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Friend. Darling.

Platonic love of my life

Could you kindly write a peice discussing liminal spaces?

Gladly festen!

Only sap.

Your face turns cold and shivers run up your body. Sending rivulets of sweat down your flesh.

Its a tender touch of a hand on your back that startles you next. Your eyes stop rushing back and forth. Instead you remember the knife that you stored in your bag. Pointing up. Your eyes focus on the forest... it’s treasured... not with trees.

But with you.

Alrighty

You placed the toaster down in the circle. Carefully this time.

You couldn’t afford to mess this up.

It could cost you everything.... so much was on the line. You looked up at the strong wire that attached the toaster to something above. A branch.

The moon had descended now and the shadows of leaves comforted you. You swayed with the light brush of wind that jest it’s hands upon you...

You slowly raised the fork. A loud clap of lightning bolting you from your calm position. You regained yourself and took a silver fork from your pocket. Rain fell and the toaster crackeled to life. Sending sparks of electricity all around you.

You quickly muttered/signed the words that you needed.

You gabbed the silver item in the slots after the third and last clap of thunder and the last ray of lightning. 

A drizzle poured over you.

You.

You did it.

The serine eerie silence is permiated by the shrill clinging of a church bell. And even if you’re not able to hear or see... it vibrates and sends a jolt into your brain...

You walk closer now. A looming building hovers over you. Still mist covered and old.

Its shadow chills you. A school. You huddle in with more of your fellow peers. Until no rooms left to breathe.

You suffocate under homework. Peers. And expectations.

You succumb to a pleasant mist that overtakes your body.