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Addison

I played idly with the satin sheets, savoring their smell, stroking my hand back and forth creating ripples in the newly made bed. Quiet music played into the background, when a new song came on the radio. Dappled sunlight filtered through the dirty window elucidating the dust particles that fluttered aimlessly.

“Without you, I’m standing alone while I dream of what cannot be
I’m incomplete, just half a soul wishing to be whole, don’t you see?
Closing my eyes, releasing my pride I let go and fade away…

Safe and secure in my warm paradise, as time stands still, I pause
Enveloped in comfort I bare me exposed in trust, for the cause
Leaving myself the way I am, a sad and lonely case...”

I removed my hand from the now rumpled sheets and it was greeted by a torrent of raindrops. Small polka dots appeared on the delicate lavender flashing for a second and then fading away. The song continued in the background.

“I feel something in front of me and I know I’m not alone
Sensing you with me thrills and chills me to the bone
My skin prickles and becomes sensitive to the touch
Those precious hands I’ve come to know and love so much.
§

Trees flew by one after another, creating a blur of greenery outside the window. A hula girl swung her hips to the time of his favorite song on the dashboard. There was a packed suitcase on the seat next to him; on top was a crumpled piece of paper that smelt of roses. Tapping his fingers cheerfully on the steering wheel, he hummed along.

“Wind whispers through my hair telling me secrets, yeah
The secrets of what it’s like to be a free spirit, yeah
A free spirit, yeah

“Clyde”, a voice sounded in the back. “We’re almost here”.

§

Pacing back and forth, now in a different room, I clutched a crumpled piece of paper in my hand. It was slowly deteriorating from the unrelenting pressure and moisture in my palm. The sunlight gleamed off my pale face that had been scrubbed clean. Now the music was blasting as if it could block out the line that played repeatedly in her mind.

“I’m only gonna say this one more time,
I always want you to be mine.”

I barely missed tripping over a suit jacket that had been discarded recklessly on the floor. Shooting it a deathly look, I went over to it and leaned my face to near the sleeve of the jacket and breathed in. the scent of roses wafted up toward my nose with a ghostly intangibility. Roses; the music grew loader as it reached the climax of the chorus

“Life itself exists as is
Time and pain; it bides
Just a moment, a little taste
when reality collides”

Roses; I ripped off all the sheets in a fury and piled them carelessly on the floor. Tearing off every pillowslip and trace of fabric that adorned the bed. Roses; I collapsed in a heap on the pile of sheets and wept. Roses; and in my arms I embraced the sheets that smelt of lavender.

Description
Addison

I played idly with the satin sheets, savoring their smell, stroking my hand back and forth creating ripples in the newly made bed. Quiet music played into the background, when a new song came on the radio. Dappled sunlight filtered through the dirty window elucidating the dust particles that fluttered aimlessly.

“Without you, I’m standing alone while I dream of what cannot be
I’m incomplete, just half a soul wishing to be whole, don’t you see?
Closing my eyes, releasing my pride I let go and fade away…

Safe and secure in my warm paradise, as time stands still, I pause
Enveloped in comfort I bare me exposed in trust, for the cause
Leaving myself the way I am, a sad and lonely case...”

I removed my hand from the now rumpled sheets and it was greeted by a torrent of raindrops. Small polka dots appeared on the delicate lavender flashing for a second and then fading away. The song continued in the background.

“I feel something in front of me and I know I’m not alone
Sensing you with me thrills and chills me to the bone
My skin prickles and becomes sensitive to the touch
Those precious hands I’ve come to know and love so much.
§

Trees flew by one after another, creating a blur of greenery outside the window. A hula girl swung her hips to the time of his favorite song on the dashboard. There was a packed suitcase on the seat next to him; on top was a crumpled piece of paper that smelt of roses. Tapping his fingers cheerfully on the steering wheel, he hummed along.

“Wind whispers through my hair telling me secrets, yeah
The secrets of what it’s like to be a free spirit, yeah
A free spirit, yeah

“Clyde”, a voice sounded in the back. “We’re almost here”.

§

Pacing back and forth, now in a different room, I clutched a crumpled piece of paper in my hand. It was slowly deteriorating from the unrelenting pressure and moisture in my palm. The sunlight gleamed off my pale face that had been scrubbed clean. Now the music was blasting as if it could block out the line that played repeatedly in her mind.

“I’m only gonna say this one more time,
I always want you to be mine.”

I barely missed tripping over a suit jacket that had been discarded recklessly on the floor. Shooting it a deathly look, I went over to it and leaned my face to near the sleeve of the jacket and breathed in. the scent of roses wafted up toward my nose with a ghostly intangibility. Roses; the music grew loader as it reached the climax of the chorus

“Life itself exists as is
Time and pain; it bides
Just a moment, a little taste
when reality collides”

Roses; I ripped off all the sheets in a fury and piled them carelessly on the floor. Tearing off every pillowslip and trace of fabric that adorned the bed. Roses; I collapsed in a heap on the pile of sheets and wept. Roses; and in my arms I embraced the sheets that smelt of lavender.