10 Minutes/Entry 11
Date: May 14th, 2008 6:51:39 am - Subscribe
Mood: feline
Falling behind already. Some excuse for a writer I am.
Her right knee feels as if a vole is gnawing from inside the joint. Sweat cools as the last burst of music fades away into the night. She breathes heavily, a hitch in her breath caused by allergies. She hopes. Her bra and shirt feel damp, like she's run through a sprinkler fully clothed. Remember the time she ran through a lawn full of sprinklers one summer? The lawn wasn't any ordinary lawn, it was the untouchable green grass of a corporate landscape. The greeness called to her from the desk. Making some excuse, she ran out to the grass. Pulling off her shoes and stockings, with garters snapping painfully against her skin, in the elevator as she rode down. Two VPs and a manager were shocked that afternoon. It was great.
Cold marble, cool enough to make pastry on from being blasted with frigid air all day and night, shocked her toes as she dashed across the floor. The panic bar almost didn't give, but her will to get outside was unstoppable.
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