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what I felt today |
| knocking on a door after seven hours on the road, a hurricane hits me, in three variations: the soon to be nine-year-old hugs me, and presents me with a dragon she painted herself. the six-year-old knocks me over with his enthusiasm, and heads back to the tv, the lure of an auntie nothing when transformers are saving the earth. and the two-year-old cuddles for a moment, then shares his cars with my leg, roaring and screaming in turn as they smash each other off the cliff to the floor, and I finally relax, off the road, fed, and happy. line count: 20 Prompt for: Jan 28, 2016 ▶︎ |