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Weekly Contest #363
I sometimes forget to breathe. I curl up on the floor, encasing myself within the walls, too scared to leave. I keep the window shut, covered by the curtains and blind so I don’t even have the chance to glimpse the world outside. The room is always dark; everything masked in deep shadows so my worries can swim in someplace other than inside of my mind. Sometimes the worry fades into a dull nothingness. A state where I have no feelings, no thoughts, nothing. In that trance, I stare into space for hours, feeling empty… I may not be a person ...
The fan creaks as it spins slowly, casting shadows throughout the room. Yellow light shines through the window, brightening the room with a soft warm glow. I lean back into the warn seat, covering myself with my mother's handmade blanket, the scratchy material worn soft with time. I remember the days when she was here, a guiding light for the young child I was. I remember making this blanket with her, her callused hands guiding my small ones as we looped the yarn around and around, building up the colour of the mint green yarn I had chosen....
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