Green really is a pretty color. Cucumber tastes nice on cheese-sandwiches. Tomorrow will be a good day for shoes.
I sit on the worn-down wooden bench by the oak tree. The sun's close to setting. The light is slow and syrupy, all shadows long streaks of bluish darkness. Today will soon have turned into tomorrow. I wonder what this new, strange day might have in store for me. A party? An adventure? Or perhaps it will be a lazy day spent in the shade with a glass of icy lemonade. Perhaps it'll be just like today.
I've sat on this bench for too long now. I stand up and almost feel faint. What time is it? Did I eat anything for dinner? Lunch? Breakfast? I can't remember. But if I'm going to eat, I have to go home. And if I go home I'll have to face you. So I shake all thoughts of food out of my head and start walking towards the beach.
Two minutes, maybe five. The ocean looks like melted amber. The water is cold and refreshing. It feels as if I'm flying, I'm weightless, a balloon filled with helium, just floating away. I'm flying away. I'm leaving this place. I'm floating away from you.
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