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Though my room was well-lit, I still awoke grabbing and feeling frantically throughout my covers. Nothing, merely a dream. Waking up in the haze of tangled, old legs was neither familiar nor welcome. It had been multiple years since I felt those cold legs intertwine with my own, and unfortunately I was by no means prepared for the vivid imagery. Valid question, was I ever truly prepared? A hurricaine of emotions is all I can manage to briefly remember.. Memories I've tucked, taped up, and stowed away ever so carefully in the back of my mind. Concealed only because foolish youths are just that - young and foolish. Absolutely nothing to be devastatingly ashamed of, but, admittedly, legs I would not like to find myself tangled up in again. How random, how lucid, how intrusive.
Nontranslucent curtains should be on my shopping list.
Nontranslucent curtains should be on my shopping list.