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You sneak up behind me, startle me with the vibrations of your cough. The floor hadn't moved as you made your way across the room. Startle me once again with your eyes. Green. Today though, I don't know what it is, just something about them. I tell you "these floors are too silent, you gave me a scare." All you do is stare. I look at the floor and see a small bag poking it's head 'round the corner, watching, waiting for me to explode.
You tell me it's time you left. Suddenly I wish I hadn't picked yellow for the kitchen walls, I feel as though I am standing in the middle of the sun. The clock above the stove begins to ring, informs me it is now 5 PM. I can not gather any words, all I can hear is that ringing, the flames from the sun engulfing my kitchen. You begin to walk away, the floor bellows with every step you take. They laugh at me, they ring in my ears then burn into the sun. All I can do is stare at the back of your head. Lower, then rise, your right shoulder a little heavier this time. The bag is still staring at me, timid eyes, it leaves with you. I let my house burn, wait for the night to put out the flames, cool down my heart.
Tomorrow, I will paint the kitchen green. Let somebody else take the responsibility of
living in the sun
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Good writing :)
Joe
xxx
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Posted by eeerm
on 2008-02-08 05:50:38
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