a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

October 12, 2004

I felt a figure slide up against me while I slept in the pre-dawn dark, opened my eyes and knew itwas not my cat, knew it was not you, knew I did not know who it was I could plainly feel pressing against me over the covers and I chilled to the blood, and bolted around in the bed to find nothing there but a fading chill.

This is a true story.

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