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She meandered into the bitter room, bushed as typical by an extensive day’s drudgery.
The latest of the fall’s cicadas twittered from the lively oak in her yard.
She fastened the window, red hangings relaxing to a stationary posture.
She transferred into her night attire, slack, silky.
Turned out the light.
And plunged into the crisp white.

Embraced by the pristine coverlets.
Enfolded into the feathery bedspreads.
Immersed by a downy pillow.
Drown from the tired imaginings of obsolete.

All in zeal to begin over tomorrow.
My first work, hope people like it . . .
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ThisIsLaura6608 Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2013
I really like this. Very well written.
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ButterflyYellow Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2013
Thank you so much! Also, just to inform you, you are the first person to comment on my art! So thank you!
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ThisIsLaura6608 Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013
You're welcome. I'm happy to be the first. It was deserved, you are a good writer.
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ButterflyYellow Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2013
Thank you!
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You're welcome.
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