I awake hyperventilating, where am I? I open my eyes and look around, wide-eyed at the magazine clip-outs on the wall. I immediately know this is NOT my room. Slowly sitting up, I put my hands on the bedspread, it's rough with hard patches of something... definitely not mine, though. I get out of bed, my eyes are drawn to a music box on the dresser. I pick it up and smell brownie perfume, which causes me to gag because I really don't like the smell of perfume. I remember the old music box when I was younger, which causes me to float back to when I was a child, my toy box with it's rough, sharp cornered edges and I can smell the old cedar once again. |
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November 17, 2008
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