Feet uncovered and cold, it felt nice. Slowly moving, covers kissed the floor gently, impolitely. Steps followed of steps past. With unilluminated temporary blindness I find my way along familiar characteristics. A light switch switches, mirror reflecting. A glossy cold stare catches me off guard, stares into me. Strange authority commands. Acusations silently set. Blankly espressive seriousness advances upon me. A rocky, dry lump keeps from an effective swallow. Knees give way to penetrating, growing sorrow, raw sorrow. Leaning toward the supportive sink I hit the ground. Like an opened gallon of water, I am emptied, I am spread.
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