The vibrancy of laughter – a hidden mask of a troubled present.
Rivers crawl to my cheeks out of the spasms of my stomach. It is a rare occurrence of paradise.
You are fine; at least from the doctors. No more sanitized scents and IVs – no more rushed footsteps after a loud, consistent machine beats.
“Where do you want to be?”
Despising the question when there is an obvious answer. I shake my head from your question.
Abruptly, you stiffen and I follow.
I swallow hard.
“Who are you?”
Thundering heartbeats; I close my eyelids – here we are, again.
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