That's almost like magic, right?
"She is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that."
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Made My Day
Lying in bed, trying really hard to keep my eyes from closing and all of a sudden I notice my lips feel dry. I drank too much tea as usual. I reach for the tub of Petroleum Jelly on my desk. My fingers close around the little blue tip and I lift it into the air. Westbound, tub of Petroleum Jelly goes flying. Whooshes past my laptop and ricochets off the wall, then settles upon a bare patch of comforter.
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