I can see the sun trying to creep into the room passed the curtains drawn over the window. The invasion attempt lights up the area, allowing me to consider my surroundings. I’d rather not see anything, though. Not the sheets torn up on the floor, not the toys arranged sloppily on the shelf and not the new crimson colored liquid splattered on the walls. Nothing. How dare the sun violate my privacy? Even I deserve my solace.
I walk over to the window and pull the curtains securely closed, obstructing as much light as I can. The room falls dark again. The light no longer haunts me. My thoughts begin to tickle my heart as a feather would bare feet. My stomach dances as butterflies try to escape through every orifice on my torso.
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Ozzyturtle123 Says:
I don't get it.