An older favorite of mine to share for National Authors Day.
Another shot from my week of visual vacation posts and a short piece I put together today. The image and the story do match each other, if you stretch your imagination a little further than it’s been stretched today, that is.
Stay curious, friends.
She felt cold. She felt cold and maybe a little damp.
Most definitely damp.
She began to open her eyes.
Do you know that awkwardly comforting feeling when you first wake up, when your eyelids are the heaviest not simply because of sleep, but also because of that fine layer of goop keeping your eyes pried together? She always liked that feeling, that almost disgusting sound of forcing your eyes open, yet today she didn’t feel it, they didn’t open.
She tried and she tried to will her eyes open, to exert any and all physical force into the act of fluttering even one eye…
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