[dreamside]

If anything ever happens to me, I need to know that you'll be able to handle everything. She said this to me, serious like she's never been with me. Most of our conversations even squeaking, chirping, and thousands of giggles. We've been likened to a flock of starlings descending in chaos, a pair of magpies set to steal, the golden apple thrown.

She rifled through a stack of papers on her desk, the words blurring together like dream-words so often do, until she came to what her search was for. A bright orange folder, full to bursting.

Orange? Couldn't you have picked a better colour? One that I'd enjoy looking at?

Quirking her mouth, she flapped her arms against her sides, a parody of my own actions when I have to stand in place when my entire body is jittering for movement. I started to laugh.

Not even our serious conversations are serious, it would appear.

(no subject)

If you know me, then you realize I have a fairly bad shoe addiction. Ridiculous shoes, to be exact.

That being said, if these weren't open toed, I'd be on them like white on rice.







Yes, I'm aware of how retarded I actually am.