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November 21, 2007
Nanowrimo: lies
The morning starts with Mary waking up sure of what she needs to do. It is almost as if she had been told in a dream, if she did dream. She’s fairly convinced that she doesn’t- she can never remember any, at least and no one from her previous lives has ever woken her up or said- you were dreaming. She wonders if she just twitches like a dog hunting rabbits in its sleep. Blissfully unaware of what is going on in her subconscious. What would she dream of, if she did dream? What would she want to remember? She lies there, her sheets and duvet pulled up to her chin as usual. When she goes to sleep she likes to pull all the bedclothes up over her head, so that she is buried. It sometimes makes it a little warm and hard to breathe, but there is a comfort there, and a neat calm brown light behind her eyelids. Cocooned in a shell of her own heat, a cave.
Posted by scumkitten at November 21, 2007 4:43 PM
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