| I hear my nephews foot steps as he creeps into my room. I hear the ring of my house phone echoing its may to my room. I hear my nephews gasps as he falls quietly asleep. I hear the pressure of my fingertips on my keyboard. I hear the light sound of the air venting in my room. I smell the ham that my nephew is devouring in front of my face. I smell the scent of the new perfume xoxo that my sister received as a present for her birthday. I smell the fumes of illegal substances around my house. I smell the sweetness of the banana flavored bubble gum I aI'm chewing on. I smell orange juice on my nephews clothing. I feel the pressure of my fingertips pressing against my computer keyboard. I feel my nephews butty buggying to the music on my lap. I feel my cold hands on my neck. I feel a disturbing itch on my left arm. I feel cold face cream all over my face. I see lots od stuffed animals on top of my bed. I see the bright sun shining into my room. I see plenty of letters on my computer screen. I see candy wrappers scatered all over my desk. I see the refletion of the clothing in my closet through the miror near my door. I taste ham on my phalangies. I taste hard banana gum in my mouth. I taste nothing. I taste blood in my finger nails. I taste freshly made pancakes with syrup in my mouth. |
Monday, October 27, 2008
"Setting"
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