Guzzling sounds and intoxicating cries, typical and stirred into everyday symphony. It wasn't clear. It never was. The fort nights got less liberating. I some how found my way back to reality and its rutty pits of coal. Eloise was further than I could fathom and her voice got very muffled. I'd never felt so dark and cold. That day was the first, I prayed for it to be my last. Every thing had vapourised but I wasn't in that state to know what I needed, essential and necessary. Walked out through throbbing sweaty bodies. On the street where nothing was tangible, with my reflection on the concrete ground. Every thing was equally breakable. Colossal footsteps I took were understatements.
Kringle and pleasant entered my nose, I knew it was a fresh morning. Her hands welled up in mine as we stayed in the warm collection that was the queen of all beds. I turned to meet the glorious contoured familiar face I always woke up to. She smiled, as did I.
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