After I'd eked my recline from her I was inevitably greeted by the soft and would've been bristled due to sun soaked back yards obedient Xodus, my company for the mundane mornings. Sitting at the breakfast table made things beautiful. Every warp, every movement would take me by the hand to a different place. Nothing stayed the same. Xodus' wagging tail and soft thuds from above could only mean one word. Eloise. It was me wanting things to never change that made it seem like she was hovering over grounds that never existed.
Something real set in. The clock tells stories, ones that make you cringe, and only leave you nauseated. Some so creamy and oceanic. That thing, time, had left me in my closet searching for one of Eloise's master pieces. The black, simple yet so elegant tie. Swift steps of womanhood and soon enough arms around my neck aiding the antagonising process of getting it to go around. I'd prepared for the same old hours that were coming my way. She planted one on me. So I thought I was ready, cleverly that day was planned for my destruction. I was driving to the pit of doom.
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