december memory
weee... bored in class, and working off the prompt "a december memory". marked up the first part a lot and trying to imitate that here. maybe at some point i'll scan in my rough draft to show what i really did to it... ^^; this is why i try to type things... heh. not finished, of course, but who knows if anything of mine will ever be...
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The ground feels like December, a cold stillness rising through the bare soles of my feet, but the air is too warm. The sunlight confused me--the cheerfulness, the texture of the air. How did I get here? I can still feel the cotton touch of the sheets on my limbs, stiff, in contrast to the warm, dense stickiness of your skin.
(I can't believe we did that in my grandmother's guest room.)
Sunlight--cold earth--a cool shadow on my back... + Hello, how did I get here? My mind is hazy, forgetting thoughts as they come. +
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ehh, have another page about, but i'll type that up once i put some kind of "ending" on it...
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The ground feels like December, a cold stillness rising through the bare soles of my feet, but the air is too warm. The sunlight confused me--the cheerfulness, the texture of the air. How did I get here? I can still feel the cotton touch of the sheets on my limbs, stiff, in contrast to the warm, dense stickiness of your skin.
(I can't believe we did that in my grandmother's guest room.)
Sunlight--cold earth--a cool shadow on my back... + Hello, how did I get here? My mind is hazy, forgetting thoughts as they come. +
. . . . .
ehh, have another page about, but i'll type that up once i put some kind of "ending" on it...
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