Sunday, September 05, 2004

The melting of the ice-cream girl

I close my eyes and melt into the sofa. Memory of the afternoon sun lingers behind my eyelids like a pleasant aftertaste. Slowly the warmth steals over me, creeping up on me like a slow-growing puddle. I only realise how stiff my limbs were, the tension in the neck and shoulders, as they gradually soften and relax. Soon, I am ready to dissolve, to dismaterialize, to disappear. I evaporate, and I am gone.

posted by beckyboo @ 5:37 PM

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