aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - it all happened too perfectly, a well-cut scene from a film i'd like - a flurry of old faces, overblown caricatures i'm too polite to acknowledge in waking, and snow and stars and that look the road used to get (cloud-swaddled flat light) where it felt endless, outside of time. eight hours of dreams-at-day compressed into five whirlwind seconds. and then everything went black as only those words whipped straight through me, quiet and honest: "i want you." and i shot awake not a heartbeat later, the sound ringing in my ears, the electricity snapping its way down my spine. i even coughed a cinematic little gasp, the sort that half-sounds like a cuss, full-sounds like an actor's. the corners of the room slowly pulled themselves perpendicular as i put the adrenaline and euphoria back in their cages. "i want you." subtle old brain. at least it has a taste for the dramatic and a fondness for nice dreams. 6:58 a.m. - 2011-11-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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