Cosmic Latte_A Matter of Words_Making the Wrongs Right_Leftovers
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Cosmic Latte
“It’s colder than I expected.”“Who said that?”“I did.”“I couldn’t have. I am the only ‘I’ here.”“Well, I’m also an ‘I’. To me, you’re ‘you’ and I am ‘I’, and I guess I’m ‘you’ and you’re ‘I’ the other way.”“But then who am I?”“I’m…. not quite sure.”“But then if you expected it to be warmer, you must’ve expected to meet me.”“…. I suppose so.”“So where did you expect to be?”“I think I was expecting it to be bright and warm, not cold and… is that smell raspberries?”“What do raspberries smell of?”“I guess not.”“Is the smell raspberries? I’ve always just thought it was how things smell.”“I dunno. M...
A Matter of Words
They come for me at night. I doubt they will stop and I can’t imagine I will either. They seem to enjoy the darkness, thrive in it even. They sneak from my ear and whisper hateful things. I catch the words in my hands and stuff them deep inside my pockets where no one can see them. Once ‘worthless’ came floating out of my ear like an apparition. But unlike in the darkness where it was a numbing throb, in the light of the day it felt like a lead weight settled painfully on my shoulders. Like I was holding up a sign in big letters for the world to see who I really was. What I really was. Luc...
Making the Wrongs Right
Estel Hollyfrost was snuggled up on her couch, sipping some warm hot cocoa. She took a slow sip, indulging in the lovely chocolatey taste. She was truly exhausted and just wanted to relax. She had been working day and night for the past three months, building toys for children. Being a toy-builder elf took a lot of effort, but she couldn't just give up. The pay was excellent, and the thought of letting Santa down made Estel shudder. Toy-builder elves have been in demand since many elves chose easier jobs, such as tending to the reindeer or baking cookies."Estel, darling!" Mrs. Hollyfrost yelle...
Leftovers
I turn down the flame on the burner. The foaming hot pasta water has begun to run down the sides of the pot. I love the sizzling sounds of the water hitting the stove grates, buwww.onedoor.cct hate the white residue mess I will have to clean up later. Tonight’s tubular mostaccioli noodles need more time to cook than my usual angel hair strands.I hear the crew moving about the house. I could complain that my house is thirty years old and needs a remodel, but I do not want to change the rhythm of the house. Definitely not today or in the next four years. Maybe never.I balance produce from the fridge on top of...