Split-second power outages. New friends in book form. Fresh asparagus from the Farmer's Market and whole wheat pasta that tastes like wood before I cook it. Rain on the skylights. Dad's camping lantern in my fingers, just in case. Work makes my hands smell like used dustjackets. Making believe from my bed. Turning dangerous, dizzying thoughts in my mind. I am tired of waiting.
All right...the title made me laugh! It reminded me of a scene in Cruel Intentions! The picture, on the other hand, made me think of bursting bubbles...of fantasies put to an end...the connection is amazing!
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Thank you! The title is something that someone actually said to me, because I opened a door in a public place with my foot, while wearing a skirt. :)
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