Status: Drabble; comments? :)
Crayola Childhood
i can feel you most when i'm alone
She cleans her room once more before the final push to college freedom. She doesn't know what she expects to find, but the tug behind her navel tells her otherwise.
The room is severely cluttered, and it takes a while to find the blue box. After taking a noisy swallow, she opens the pencil case with shaking fingers. Crayon shavings flutter to the ground. Suddenly she's surrounded with childhood memories of fighting over the puny wax sticks. The nostalgia is nauseous. She slams the box shut and runs outside.
Rain patters softly on the ground, washing away her muddled thoughts.
The room is severely cluttered, and it takes a while to find the blue box. After taking a noisy swallow, she opens the pencil case with shaking fingers. Crayon shavings flutter to the ground. Suddenly she's surrounded with childhood memories of fighting over the puny wax sticks. The nostalgia is nauseous. She slams the box shut and runs outside.
Rain patters softly on the ground, washing away her muddled thoughts.