Thursday, July 8

Pushing Me Away

My 5 senses, in this second.

Hears: iPod; currently James Morrison.
Smells: New bed linnen.
Feels: The keys on my laptop (or the lack of those), and the heat slowly taking over my lap.
Tastes: Toothpaste.
Sees: Besides what I'm writing, a tiny bug flying around the light and me, annoying me to death.

So irrelevant.

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