Sunday, February 1, 2009

noon

on a day like this the sun is shining and all is good with the world. a schoolgirl swims in her backyard pool, while the washing machine whirrrrrs away, and a chorus of voices float through the air, mixed in with yells and laughs and sneezes. a cacophony of sound.

stifling heat in a closed-door room makes the air heavy and restricting. unopened curtains seal in the darkness; artificial light gives life to her dwelling. throat closed; head spins; eyes droop. tiredness sinks in.

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