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A need for immunity (Scenario Write .2)
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Whenever I went to sleep, I found myself yearning for the same thing in the dull polyester sheets of my confined bedroom. Same place, same face, same sound, something I felt full in. Somewhere where I didn’t seem like i stuck out in the picture, rather fit in quite nicely. Not just blend in, but stand boldly against the ink and paint of a revered memory; a picture in my mind.
As the watercolor blur structured itself into a cohesive image projected onto the back of my eyelids, I’d drift off. No longer was the still frame trapped behind the glass of harsh reality, but melded with the dreamscape i emersed myself in. And as the world rendered around me, I felt things swirl through my senses; Warm glow, cold glass, hot food, crowded floor, two faces, four hands, two pairs of socks, and security.
Rain gently caressed the thick glass window, muddling the city’s inanimate features with flurys of life. Stiff and still building facades peppered with muted signs and posters, aloong with the occasional punctuation of street lights and glowing yellow windows sat behind the footsteps of foot traffic. The sun hung at about 4:00 PM, low in the gloomy March sky, wrapped in a blanket of smooth slate gray clouds.
The sliding doors opened with a slowed woosh, as I stepped inside the tiny Chinese restaurant. Hit with the savory smells of heart warming and soul comforting foods, I shot the...
Whenever I went to sleep, I found myself yearning for the same thing in the dull polyester sheets of my confined bedroom. Same place, same face, same sound, something I felt full in. Somewhere where I didn’t seem like i stuck out in the picture, rather fit in quite nicely. Not just blend in, but stand boldly against the ink and paint of a revered memory; a picture in my mind.
As the watercolor blur structured itself into a cohesive image projected onto the back of my eyelids, I’d drift off. No longer was the still frame trapped behind the glass of harsh reality, but melded with the dreamscape i emersed myself in. And as the world rendered around me, I felt things swirl through my senses; Warm glow, cold glass, hot food, crowded floor, two faces, four hands, two pairs of socks, and security.
Rain gently caressed the thick glass window, muddling the city’s inanimate features with flurys of life. Stiff and still building facades peppered with muted signs and posters, aloong with the occasional punctuation of street lights and glowing yellow windows sat behind the footsteps of foot traffic. The sun hung at about 4:00 PM, low in the gloomy March sky, wrapped in a blanket of smooth slate gray clouds.
The sliding doors opened with a slowed woosh, as I stepped inside the tiny Chinese restaurant. Hit with the savory smells of heart warming and soul comforting foods, I shot the...
