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The Technicolor Daydreamer; Folie A Deux.
Onze.
Wow, it's cold outside. An annoyingly chill-to-the-bone sort of frosty temperature.
And dark. Bluish-black.
And...crap, my nose is running. As usual.
As if the previous weren't enough, after mere minutes outside, the feeling seeped out of my fingers while the cold air flooded in, blowing right through my pitiful excuse for a jacket and its hood i'd pulled over my head.Ah, the joys of having your blood supply leeched off of.
Halfway there already.
For some reason, I had energy this early, at 4:00 in the morning. Don't ask me why.
It's strange-- i'm used to feeling drained.
Then again, I never was much of a daytime person, anyway.
Though my vision was nothing short of dreadful, I could hear my Converses and their accompanying swim-flipper feet scraping the sidewalk for all they were worth.
Shlump. Shlump. Shlump. Shlump.
They were, indeed, duck feet.With freckles. Yes, freckles.
Once, at the prompting of my mother, of course, i'd tried on every dress shoe and heel in Payless from size 7 to 10. Every last one.
None of them fit.
I tell you, that store is biased against wide flat-footed people.
ahahai'mbeingweird, aren't I?
I even giggled out loud. The sound had an insane tinge to it. And a tiny echo.
Then again, I'd have to be insane to be out this time of night. Morning. Day. Whatever.
Why am I so upbeat right now?
I approached my hiding spot, wondering just how many deranged individuals were out this evening, anyway.
My hiding spot, which happened to be a bright pink tube slide.
Worn out, scratched, cracked, and graffiti-riddled....but mine.
When I was younger, I weighed so little that I could sit at the top and not slide down.
That was always fun.
Anwyay, my chapped lips broke into sort of a sideways smile at the memory when I sat down in the slide. Without going down it, of course.
Freezing cold, but still familiar. Like every curve and contour of the plastic reached out and embraced me.
Wind whistled harshly around the outside of the tube.
I closed my eyes as I laid there, listening to my lungs pitifully hiss air out of my lips.
It was a hollow, labored sound. stuffy. Wheeze-like.
Wait-why does it sound, um, doubled?
One eye popped open and rolled around lazily, scanning the surroundings, until it spotted a huge black silhouette of...something...below.
I instantly scrambled to my feet, and the figure did, too.
"Um, i'm sorry whoever-you-are!" I shouted into the moonlit darkness under me, wincing at the sound of my voice. For all I knew, it was probably a serial killer. Or a hobo.I kind of hope it's a serial killer.
The shady...thing was now standing at the bottom of the slide while I gaped at it stupidly from up above.
It coughed.
"Um...Amia? Is that you? If that's not you, then i'm really sorry..."
What the--
"Frank?"
The figure gave a meek little wave. Actually, the figure itself was little.
"Hi," The boy shrugged with a smile in his voice.
I could just barely see his eyes, glowing a dim shade of olive.Wow, that might just be the girliest, most whimsical sentence you've ever heard me say.
Frank cleared his throat a little.
"So...you come here often?"
And dark. Bluish-black.
And...crap, my nose is running. As usual.
As if the previous weren't enough, after mere minutes outside, the feeling seeped out of my fingers while the cold air flooded in, blowing right through my pitiful excuse for a jacket and its hood i'd pulled over my head.Ah, the joys of having your blood supply leeched off of.
Halfway there already.
For some reason, I had energy this early, at 4:00 in the morning. Don't ask me why.
It's strange-- i'm used to feeling drained.
Then again, I never was much of a daytime person, anyway.
Though my vision was nothing short of dreadful, I could hear my Converses and their accompanying swim-flipper feet scraping the sidewalk for all they were worth.
Shlump. Shlump. Shlump. Shlump.
They were, indeed, duck feet.With freckles. Yes, freckles.
Once, at the prompting of my mother, of course, i'd tried on every dress shoe and heel in Payless from size 7 to 10. Every last one.
None of them fit.
I tell you, that store is biased against wide flat-footed people.
ahahai'mbeingweird, aren't I?
I even giggled out loud. The sound had an insane tinge to it. And a tiny echo.
Then again, I'd have to be insane to be out this time of night. Morning. Day. Whatever.
Why am I so upbeat right now?
I approached my hiding spot, wondering just how many deranged individuals were out this evening, anyway.
My hiding spot, which happened to be a bright pink tube slide.
Worn out, scratched, cracked, and graffiti-riddled....but mine.
When I was younger, I weighed so little that I could sit at the top and not slide down.
That was always fun.
Anwyay, my chapped lips broke into sort of a sideways smile at the memory when I sat down in the slide. Without going down it, of course.
Freezing cold, but still familiar. Like every curve and contour of the plastic reached out and embraced me.
Wind whistled harshly around the outside of the tube.
I closed my eyes as I laid there, listening to my lungs pitifully hiss air out of my lips.
It was a hollow, labored sound. stuffy. Wheeze-like.
Wait-why does it sound, um, doubled?
One eye popped open and rolled around lazily, scanning the surroundings, until it spotted a huge black silhouette of...something...below.
I instantly scrambled to my feet, and the figure did, too.
"Um, i'm sorry whoever-you-are!" I shouted into the moonlit darkness under me, wincing at the sound of my voice. For all I knew, it was probably a serial killer. Or a hobo.I kind of hope it's a serial killer.
The shady...thing was now standing at the bottom of the slide while I gaped at it stupidly from up above.
It coughed.
"Um...Amia? Is that you? If that's not you, then i'm really sorry..."
What the--
"Frank?"
The figure gave a meek little wave. Actually, the figure itself was little.
"Hi," The boy shrugged with a smile in his voice.
I could just barely see his eyes, glowing a dim shade of olive.Wow, that might just be the girliest, most whimsical sentence you've ever heard me say.
Frank cleared his throat a little.
"So...you come here often?"
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