satsukichan
She crawled under it, holding up her doll for inspection. A match in one hand, scissors in the other. How should she torture her today?
Cuttings of synthetic hair drifted all around her as she began to cut. Snip. Snip.
"You're far too old for stuffed animals-!" Is what she had said, confiscating the plush toy from her snivelling child. But now, lying in the pitch-dark, with the bear feverishly squirming in her arms, wanting to claim it's child once more, she was afraid...
Curling up in the early morning. Rolling over, exhausted.
She didn't want to open her eyes, didn't want to unfurl the synthetic cocoon around her. For now, she was safe, harboured in her dreams. Nothing could touch her here.
You're always chasing after it.
Biting wind- harsh! Step out of the shade. But then there's the sun, hitting you full in the face. 'Aah'. Suddenly it shines the cold winter away, and you can pretend that- just for a minute- it's spring again.
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