ruby slippers

i just heard the door close behind me. it felt, for just a second, that i was at home. that i was sitting in the kitchen typing while mom washed the dishes and i lied about being on the internet. i have the aftertaste of japanese curry on my tongue and i keep taking small sips of water.

i can see my sister out of the corner of my eye. she's watching one of her tapes. she has the entire 3 seasons of roswell on video. she watches them like religion.

my dog is wandering around looking for a quick fix. bread his drug. there is no one offering, so he sleeps by my feet. he waits for me to stir.

that smacking noise are the cats. barbara and tuffy have seperate bowls because they hate each other, but they'll tolerate the company while feasting. i want to pet them instead of sitting here and typing some idea i just got. catching ideas before they disappear. take lift off.

then i snap out of it. i'm here. i'm procrastinating. i'm daydreaming of some place warmer. 
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