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Post by Izzy Morris on Dec 20, 2009 23:59:50 GMT -5
I stopped squirming for a moment to try and figure out how his last statement sat with me. When it finally dawned on me I had no idea what to do or say next. It was like the trump card in euchre. I dropped my face into his shoulder and mumbled. “You win.” How was one supposed to fight with a statement like that? By that time the cold had become less of a pain, but that only left the matter of how to approach the newest situation to present its self.
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Post by Shannon on Dec 21, 2009 0:06:29 GMT -5
I removed my hands and draped an arm over her again. I sighed, willing away the sting in my shoulder from the blood returning to the capillaries. I laughed quietly, "I like it when I win." I didn't mean it in a bad way, I just felt a minuscule bit of pride that I was able to outsmart her for once.
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Post by Izzy Morris on Dec 21, 2009 0:29:48 GMT -5
I made a few groaning noises before I shot up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before I jumped out off of the bed and out of his menacing reach. “And now that I have re-gained control of the situation, I am going to go make up breakfast.” And with that I pranced out of the room and into the kitchen to make up some food for the both of us.
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Post by Shannon on Dec 22, 2009 0:02:00 GMT -5
I flopped my arm in an attempt to catch her but failed in my attempt. I groaned and rolled face down into my bed again. The sunlight slanted across my back again, warming it. She would have to drag me out of this bed, I was that comfortable. I switched my song again, to God Send Conspirator. Hold in your last breath and stare.
Assure me your metronome's left arm stick shift
is stuck on the right words in your ear.
Did you hear me loud and clear? In sight and out of mind?
Cautiously avoiding the cracks not to disturb your steadied arm straight line.
The facts before a climb... a plan before a crime.
Tired in the days that passed away
sporadically arranged across the floor when you've got it made.
Dear Mariah, the world's not big enough
for the both of us when we live in the same town, that's wrong.
Fight on fire (fight on fire), burn my hands till I
got nothing left to count my numbers on that's wrong, what's wrong?
Your wise ass comments could cheer you up.
The emotional disturbance: relax, deep breathe, sit back
from the space in which you stand, here and in demand.
Don't touch a fresh wound that bleeds
all over your carpets the stains, the story book remains,
and the page that states you've lied.
Accept and then reply, acknowledge the other guy,
Tired in the days that passed away
sporadically arranged across the floor when you've got it made.
Dear Mariah, the world's not big enough
for the both of us when we live in the same town, that's wrong.
Fight on fire (fight on fire), burn my hands till I
got nothing left to count my numbers on
Don't change your mind when all's been won
your words in time, with the loss that you'd let them go.
Don't let them fall if your grip's not strong
in time decide... with the words that you'd let them go
Don't let them fall if your grip's not strong.
Dear Mariah, come sleep in your own...
Dear Mariah, come sleep in your own...
Dear Mariah, come sleep in your own...
Dear Mariah, come sleep in your own {bed}.
When eye meets eye be calm
Will lie here alone locked the children in the floor.
When eye meets eye be calm
Will lie here alone locked the children in the floor
When eye meets eye (your dreams can't last forever)
Will lie here alone locked the children in the floor, in the floor.
Father figure wraps his face down
we're coming home to you.
(Who sat me down here?)
Your dreams can't last forever
Locked the children in the floor.
(Who sat me down here?) When eye meets eye (your dreams can't last forever)
Will lie here alone locked the children in the floor. |
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Post by Izzy Morris on Dec 22, 2009 0:15:03 GMT -5
I waited in the kitchen for a little waiting to see if he was even going to really follow me. After I heard the change in the song, and saw no signs of life emerging from his room I finally gave up with a huff. I marched back to the room and stood at the side of the bed for a moment. I had no idea what I was to do to get him to come eat. I was beginning to see this as a futile battle. So at long last I just gave up and crawled back on the bed next to him, this time with no ambition to leave anymore. “Fine you win we will just lie in bed until you are ready to get up.” I didn’t want to move in any closer on the off chance that he wanted his space. I decided that I was just going to lay on my side facing away from him till he came about on his own terms.
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Post by Shannon on Dec 22, 2009 22:12:52 GMT -5
I threw my arm across her again, stifling my laughter. "I like it when I win." My voice was muffled by my pillow. I didn't like eating in the morning and I was going to continue being stubborn about it. I felt unusually lazy today, probably because it was cold outside and warm inside. "Mmm, I'll get up after a while."
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Post by Izzy Morris on Dec 23, 2009 20:49:13 GMT -5
I took a hold of Shannon’s arm once more. “You don’t need to worry about getting up soon; I’ve just decided that we are going to lat here as long as you feel the need to.” I scooted a little closer but kept my back to him. “So what is this song called?” I wasn’t sure what each song was called, but I was interested in knowing.
Notes: Just pick a song…or not needed filler. : D
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