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The darkness of the lake pooled and rippled around Emily's feet, the gentle light of the stars giving to shallow lake a white sheen. She giggle at the coldness that tackled her toes, and wiggled them. As she stepped in further, the water began to cling to her shorts. She giggled even more at the sensation, and after a few steps deeper into the pool, she jumped and let the water hold her up as she floated listlessly around. Her hair began to get wet, dark strands becoming plastered to her face, but she couldn't find it in herself to care as a wave of freezing water brushed against her legs.
As the Dawn spread across the sky, like a paint flowing across canvas, Cassie and Manuela laid down on the plaid picnic blanket. Grass tingled at their feet as hands clutched the other's, soft giggle escaping from their lips. They locked eyes, and Cassie pushed her hair behind her ear nervously, the giggle becoming much softer. Manuela's eyes widened, and the smile that was spread across her face slightly contracted. There was a moment of stillness, and then, in their peripheral vision, the sun rose.
"Are we seriously going hiking?" Denise asked, looking around at the trees that were scattered across the trail like a messy kindergartener's painting.
"What does it look like? I don't think we are decorating cakes right now," replied Shirley, looking around the landscape and seeing no difference in the scenery on her left and right side. She clutched her map and her compass, and took a step on the hard ground that was covered with brittle, dead leaves.
"Shut up," said Denise, a sour look on her face as she snatched the map out of Shirley's hand, earning an indignant look.
"I won't," said Shirley matter of factly, sticking out her tongue like a five year old.
The actor onstage sang the song, belting out how mean of a dentist he was with rigor, clutching one of his dentistry tools like a lifeline. It was his first show every since Carrie left, and his hand felt abnormally light with the absence of the wedding ring. He sang the words on autopilot, trying to ignore the fact that the black space in front of him was an illusion, and behind the lights, was the judge mental audience, waiting for him to slip up at every moment. He continued on autopilot, following the choreography like clockwork. A trio bounced up behind his place, continuing the song, and he pretended to ignore them. He tried to forget Carrie, forget the note, forget the years of marriage that she ran away from to be with her coworker.
She threw the snowball with energetic rigor, refreshed by the soft scarf rubbing against her chin and the burning cold in her hand. She ducked behind the mound of snow, searching for her prey. She found it in the wiry form of Tommy, who was using his long, thin legs to run at inhuman speeds. She cursed under her breath at the challenge of such a fast prey, but continued nonetheless.
The sleeves of the sweater were scratchy, rubbing uncomfortably at her bare skin. It had yellow stripes set onto the black, and the supposed that the effect was supposed to be a reverse bumblebee. The girl briefly wondered if the reverse bumblebee was an attempt on her grandma's part to be artsy, or even, god forbid, avant garde. She shuddered, imagining the consequences if her grandma had started watching Project Runway. She knew that after watching Food Network, her grandma had an uncomfortable experimentation period that led to many unpleasant family dinners, but she sincerely hoped that it hadn't passed over to her sweaters as well.