Cumbersome Catalog - A Coma Preference
That morning was like any other. The sun peaked through the blinds and caught my restful eyes. I roll to the other side of my bed in denial of the reality that I had to get up. The fan hums overhead, the birds tweet at one another, and I sink further into the warm embrace of my blankets. "I don't want to wake up..." I say as I submerge myself deeper into my unconscious fantasies. My vision smudges until all is lost in the darkness hid behind my eyelids. I grasp at this feeling of listless drifting. My mind is sent worlds away and all is at peace. My days are joyful, and all goes as planned. Those around me are full of smiles. Their eyes are gone. Free acceptance. Friends galore, laughter follows continually, effortless success. All in fantastic shades of yellow. All turn to face me. All smile. Their eyes are gone away from me. They only see the bright face I carry with me. It is genuine. I smile, laugh, fall deeply... Warm, thick, heavy drops stream from my eyes onto my ...