Think of something good. My eyes open slowly, like creaky elevators rising to the top floor, the riders not sure if they’re going to make it.
You, I think. But you aren’t something. You are everything.
I squish my toes into the carpet.
Because of you, I start my day.
Mary Lewis loves french fries, her family, and the feeling when the words finally fit together just right.
This scratched an itch inside my brain I didn’t know existed.
Lovely piece!
Thank you very much Mashaal!
Delightful little story, Mary.
Well done, I must say.
Thank you Paul!