Andraya
His squinty little eyes popped as wide as they would go as he came to 'his' own self realization, "exactly!". Slowly, he turned to me and pointed. "Precisely, m'dear. Oh, just wonderful! They shall be vanilla cakes with lime frosting and lily decorations to match!"
I forced a smile, reassuring him of his brilliance.
I was born on December 13, 2003 on one of the most horrible winters days. I remember seeing branches flying past the windows and rain pelting down on the roof outside. I also remember the faces of joy, of ecstatic sadness, of relief and happiness surrounding where I lay. Now, you may ask me where I got these memories from because no infant can remember their birth. The thing is, I don't remember my birth, or my childhood, or my teenage years, or being a father: I don't remember being a year below 28.
I was born on December 13, 2003, the day I woke up from my three month long sleep: the coma from hell.
The nightclub was hot, sticky, and I felt on the verge of being claustrophobic. This was not my scene, whatsoever. As I stalked through the mass of dancers and 'suave' male peacocks, I noticed this face that I'd never seen in person, but yet, I recognized.
I realized exactly who he was once I accidentally knocked my elbow into his ribs, causing a series of domino reactions, one person struggling with their drinks after another- it was quite comical.
My god. It was Lawrence Bradly. I had just watched him on TV this morning... The only difference was he was drenched, and angry.
Commissioned;
You know when you see a word, and you know what it means, but not quite?
Yes.
Commissioned is one of those words. One of those words where you’d proudly use it in a sentence, but find it difficult to give a definition to a snooty intellect who questions the way you wielded it. One of those words that can make you smart in the right crowd, and a fool in the wrong. One of those words that you didn’t think you had much to write about, but ended up filling a minute with ramshackle sentences pieced together by the theme of uncertainty.
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