Ceiling Fan Comments

I looked up at the ceiling fan entranced like a man watching the world unwind before him.
She rolled over and stared at me and said something that I couldn't immediately hear because my mind had left my body for a while.
The voice was small and brushed my ear like the air did above me, so I took a second to savor the question that hung in the air like smoke.
I breathed it in.
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