Not a big one, nothing grand or even particularly memorable.
Just a spot of one, about yeah high (5’8”) and ever so wide (16 inches
should do it).
Room enough for me to slip into and make a Target run.
That’s all.
I need dog treats. Particular dog treats because the muse is very,
well, particular.
It should be an easy stop-and-go.
It will be an easy
stop-and-go… if I ever get going.
A panic-riddled mind is a terribly tiresome thing.
I bore of it.
Yes, a spot of normalcy, if you please.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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