Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 113 I ran the bath until the hot turned cold, like I used to in my old bath tub, the one where I painted the sky on the ceiling. I got in and sunk all the way down, until just my face was out of the water. All I could see was nipples and knees, chipped toe nail polish that�s much too dark for my pale feet. All I could hear was the buzzing of the fan and my heart beat. When my ears started to throb, I knew it was time to lift my head out, but I just laid there. buzzzzzzthumpthumpbuzzzzzzthumpthump That�s the only kind of quiet I�ve had in three weeks. 7:39 p.m. - 2002-11-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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