Finding Our Way Back_Chalet Holiday_Kicked while down_Trust Me You'll Love It!
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Finding Our Way Back
The last time I danced was in February. Not this year’s February, but last year’s. It’s too many months with no contact. Now I’m walking into a hotel for one of my favorite pre-pandemic pastimes. I’m greeted by a bright welcoming face behind the check in desk. I can see her smile and she can see mine. There’s still a wall of plexiglass between us from when it was needed for protection, but seeing another human this close without masks hiding half of our faces feels incredibly intimate. I accept my room keys and head to the elevator. My finger hovers over the button, pausing in mental prepara...
Chalet Holiday
Snowflakes sprinkled down from the clouded cool blue sky, each coating the inches of snow. The snow hummocks enlarged every time another cascaded. Theodore dredged his chocolate-filled croissant with powdered sugar while his eyes repeatedly fell on the window one room away. There were no curtains or blinds on it, so the view of snow and trees was visible outside. It was kept uncovered when Theodore couldn’t bother draping anything over it, which was most of the time. Astrid, his cousin staying in the chalet with him, had somehow blocked the view with a towel last night but had to retrieve it l...
Kicked while down
People don't seem to understand why I don't tell them things. You know they wont understand and that they won't be able to comprehend how many emotions you are going through. Whether it's shame from bad things you've done, or the bad thoughts that creep in at night time cause your so lonely. you could have the best relationship, but somethings you just cant say. This time, my best friend and coworker, Avery, she says "You were ALWAYS twww.onedoor.ccerrible!" After my engagement gets cancelled, by him. She said "What did you do?!" I cant eat or sleep and apparently its my fault that he said "We aren't for ea...
Trust Me You'll Love It!
Oh, woe is me. I am the epitome of sorrow, despair…insert sad adjective here and that is what I am. My life holds no meaning of influence or inspiration. Suck me into the vortex of darkness so that I may forever sleep undisturbed. My blanket is mercilessly torn off of my depressed self and I’m flicked in the forehead by my friend Marcus Williams. “Quit feeling sorry for yourself and get up already, it’s noon-thirty!” Marcus grabs my crumbled jeans off the floor and tosses them at my head. They hit me in the face and then my arms go to catch them with the reflexes of a chameleon. I croak in my...