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"working title"Sleepily under a high moon and in a wisp of wind swirling at her skirt, she started to dream of dancers swaying to the light voice of a dark haired nymph singing of love and dreams. Throngs of human forms, arm in arm, stepped soundlessly in time beside her under the cover of a canopy of white and red blossoms. She paused. Her delicate hand curled up to her soft lips, uncertainty pouring into her upon noticing she was alone. Hadnt she a partner too?
Barely had the question crossed her mind when a strong hand clasped hers, side stepping into the music around them. An arm securely wrapped around her waist, lending her a calmness she hadnt realised she had lost at some point. Her head turned down against the man, so the curls of her hair brushed his jawbone. In response she was brought that much closer and tighter against the man whos face she hadnt thought to gaze into. She pressed her lips together and let out a breath. She wasnt surprised. She knew and that
A Rescue Rangers StoryRescue Ranger HQ, New York
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. A pair of light blue eyes followed the second hand on a worn Mickey Mouse watch mounted on the wall unwaveringly, as if the rest of the world didnt exist. The owner of said eyes, blinked, wrinkled her nose, and pushed a metal contraption that could have passed for tasteless modern art to the back of the table at which she sat, knocking off a hammer in the process. She watched the tools downward path end in a dull thunk, aimlessly stared at it for a second or two, then brought her gaze back up to the clock.
One twenty seven am and counting, another night down the drain and nothing to show for it except catching Monty in his cheese patterned pajamas and a new hole in the wall. What might have been taken as a scowl temporarily graced the girl's face. I wonder where I put that black paint? Scratch that. I should patch that hole first, the clock hands can wait.
The young mouse sighed, placed her chin in her hand, and caugh
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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