The Cold Truth
As she walked home she slipped on the icey, honest words that still stood on the tip of her tongue. It was a cold truth that she couldn't protect herself from. She looked up and noticed the air that she puffed above her, full of warmth and sadness. She couldn't help but think about how it was the first day of snow and that it wasn't coincidental considering the circumstances. It was time to recognize the worst that it brought out in her. That she couldn't go on pretending that the anger that she felt was a part of of her. And that she had to admit to the fact that it was sign that she needed to transcend.
Just then she turned the corner and her door was in front of her. She pulled out her keys but instead it was her phone And a friend had texted something back to her from hours before "no, you can shit on it," it read. She laughed. She stood just outside her door in freezing weather with no hat on, and laughed and laughed and laughed. This was bringing out the best in her and she hadn't planned on it.
When she reached inside her apartment she sighed and went to bed. The moon glimmered onto the mirror of the clock and she stared at it until just past 11:00 pm. 11:04. She was alseep.
Just then she turned the corner and her door was in front of her. She pulled out her keys but instead it was her phone And a friend had texted something back to her from hours before "no, you can shit on it," it read. She laughed. She stood just outside her door in freezing weather with no hat on, and laughed and laughed and laughed. This was bringing out the best in her and she hadn't planned on it.
When she reached inside her apartment she sighed and went to bed. The moon glimmered onto the mirror of the clock and she stared at it until just past 11:00 pm. 11:04. She was alseep.
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