Subliminal

Written in ten minutes, in Starbucks, in the middle of trying to jumpstart my brain into working. I ended up trying not to cry. (I succeeded.) However, the fact that I pretty much sped through it means that it's pretty raw and unpolished. Or maybe it's good the way it is.

My mom and I visit my grandfather every week, and this story is about how I feel when we do. It's only a hundred and thirty-two words, and I hope that the words are loaded enough to get everything across.

( Slumber )

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