06.30.05
i'm wishing (echo)
My carpet has always been a matted brown, except for one night when I cried on the floor under the comforter listening to the not sounds of boats knocking up against their steel captors.
I would wake up at night frightened; half scared because the gently moving balloon looked all the world to me like a tall man with my sleep ridden eyes, and half disappointed because, as the sleep left I knew it was not. That never stopped me from dancing, like Cinderella in the forest, as if my prince had really come only he wasn�t a very good dancer. Then the face world turn �round to the reflective surface and I�d see me, eyes so wide and hoping so earnestly�
Then what to do as it fell? Watch it die a painful death? Put it out of it misery? It would hold it between my knees as stab with a pair of scissors, always hoping for a satisfying pop or even stream of blood but there was only a slight deflation. Even as I sucked the helium from my prince charming, no fun, my voice remained the same as ever.
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