the buttons

i like being the last one in the elevator. lonely elevators are one of the most underrated simplest things in the universe. sometimes i pace and other times i just let out a scream. i suppose they're hear me as a i pass by the floor -- speaking to myself and counting out the errands that i have to get through for the rest of the day. there's just something really peaceful about an empty elevator.

also, i'm quite fond of being pushed up against the sides of elevators for long passionate stolen kisses. & a quick feel! but that's just the kind of girl i am. 
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