As the water spills over the table, I hide my face in shame with the guilty palms that did it. The tips of my fingers massage my forehead as I try to get my head around all these particles. How do I clean them up? Well, with a mop now that they have spilled on the floor.I change position, and somebody has already handed me a napkin.I change position, and somebody has already handed me a napkin.
I change position, and somebody has already handed me a napkin.
Tiny mickey mouse particles, speeding as gravity claims them.
Wiping them out, hoping to reach some momentum after my clumsy hands. They were trembling all night, and as I tried to reach for the glass before the aformentioned, I wondered, ‘why did I come here anyway?’
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