06.11.05
lazy
I�ve never had one like this. My ceilings have always been covered in popcorn, bevelled, decorated. Look at this. Clean.
She thought, I could jump and touch it here. She thought too of the old metal springs which creaked � how many years of couples- and the open window beside here. There were options. She could stay in the bed, stare at this corner of the ceiling for a bit more, microwave some popcorn and contemplate the utterly unspeakable nature of the horror that could come from the door�s accidental opening. She could close the window. She could, on the other hand, jump on this bed and continue until she had touched the ceiling.
It would become the stuff of legends.
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