alwayslove13
I have this memory where I’m standing on the edge of the world on a perfect day. I can feel the ice cold water on my feet and I notice how different it feels from the hot sun beating down on my back. My eyes can’t even begin to do justice to the view. The horizon is hard to differentiate from the sky; it’s all a calm blue. The sand is white and riddled with seashells and the occasion crab. The salty breeze ruffles my hair and makes grains of sand stick to my legs.
The world was large and for a single moment I was afraid.
If I were an octopus I would be far more useful. (Well, if I could still have bones and live on land. Otherwise I have a feeling I would only be practical for opening jars and squeezing through small spaces.) If I had 8 arms I could do things 8 times as fast.
Or so I thought.
The problem is, I can hardly coordinate just my two hands at the same time. I only have one brain after all. One brain controlling 8 arms would be rather difficult, don’t you think? I would probably end up making a huge mess.
Ah well, I am what I am (thankfully!)
Flannel. Can't you just feel that texture when you say the word? It's so warm and soft. It makes me think about winter and sitting by a fireplace. Reading good books and drinking hot chocolate. It makes me think of snow and the light pink flush that spreads across cheeks from the frosty air.
I'll wish I was sunlight. It's so beautiful. I feel it tickling my skin; I can feel the goosebumps from the sudden heat. It makes me smile. I wish I could touch it. I wish I could pour it in a bottle to lighten the dark days...I've had a lot lately.