legs

“Do you remember when you were successful?” she asked me, turning her face to look at my hair separately out of each eye. I looked at the ceiling. Sometimes it’s easier to disappear with my eyes open, I thought. “Of course I do,” I whispered back, eternally obligated to answer even when I felt like turning over, wrapping myself in my fluffy cotton blanket and kicking her off the bed with my legs.

They’re strong enough to do it, too, even if I never could make them.

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6 thoughts on “legs

  1. Interesting little tidbit. The “turning her face to look at my hair separately out of each eye,” part is confusing, I can’t picture what that looks like.

    But I love, *love* the last line. “Even if I never could make them.” What a powerful thought. Great writing =)

  2. You had me from the opening line: “Do you remember when you were successful?”. You just know there is an underlying poke with a knife with that one.

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