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I blinked, and readjusted my laptop to my level of sight. I placed
my gaze back to his teeth, yellowed from copious cups of coffee
and scotch. The blurred images surrounding him smiled at me, their
teeth white and untainted by the pleasures of the earth.
I listened for any more sounds.
Nothing.
I’m not sure why I do the things I do, or did, or will do. I believe
consequences are natural and unweighted. Still, I’m privy to feel
heavy shame and fall in love with the noodles of it all, anyway.
I closed my eyes, and teethed on my heart as I lay back on my bed
in silence; the Porch Giant had vanished.
I shut my laptop and looked around my room.
Blurred visions of a family stared at me from the opposite side of
the room. They stared at me in an unkempt room, with unkempt
hair, and unkempt piles of papers and disjointed books in their
shelves and half emptied coffee mugs strewn about. I laughed at
the chair in the corner that resembled Todd’s family, manic with the
tired hour.
In the silence, I heard something cluttering in the room next to
this one, the bathroom—I sank my eyes across the floor, gliding my
body with the tides of unease toward my bedroom door. I wished it
was Todd. The door opened, almost on its own. My feet were tethered to the ground, my mind hopeful.
Clip… clip.
My eyes expanded as far as the universe would allot, infinitesimally and ever starry. Porch Giant?
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