*TRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG*
My hand swung out to shut up the alarm clock.
I could still feel the wind on my skin, smell the scents of the forest, taste his lips on mine. I kept my eyes clenched shut in order to retain those precious memories for just a few moments longer, but before I knew it the lingering feeling had escaped like mist between my fingers.
Slowly I lifted my hands up to my chest, already certain of the disappointment that was awaiting me. A single tear fell from my cheek as my cupped hands rested upon my flat chest.
Damnit.
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Comments
Hey
Great start. Very nice indead
alarm clocks
Hmmpphhh!! No sense of timing. There's dreams and there's dreams isn't there.
Kristina
Oh! The Disappointment!
Happens to me every morning,:-(
Hugs,
Joanne
It is such a good
Samirah M. Johnstone
Dreams
Damnit! Very good Amber. I'm sure this has happened lots.
Damned clocks
They're either too fast, too slow or insensitive. No wonder they break so often - with a little help.
Susie
In dreams
Neat little first BCTS entry. There are drabbles that manage to be a bit clever (CARS indeed!), but what impresses me are the ones like this, that can evoke an emotional reaction in so few words. Encore!
~~~hugs, Laika
What borders on pure insanity?
Canada and Mexico.
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Drabble Theatre: Like mist between my fingers
Too bad, so sad
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine