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With my eyes closed, I can smell the dewy grass and taste the onion bagel with cream cheese that I had an hour ago. It's a little salty, a little sweet, and a whole lot of bad breath. Everything my fingers touch is wet and even though the sun is warm, it's chilly outside. I would be shivering without my sweatshirt. There are people talking around me and I smile after someone makes what was clearly a joke, but I haven't truly been paying attention. In the distance I can hear the indistinct shouts, sometimes a name, sometimes an insult, a swear, or a bark of laughter. The blanket we're sitting on is soft fleece and would nearly blind me if I opened my eyes; it's rainbow colored and flamboyantly so. I'm running things down in my head, trying to remember all of the things that I have to do right and trying to forget the things that I frequently do wrong. At this point it really doesn't matter, but it sort of calms me down to do it anyway. I fiddle with my necklace while I play mental aerobics with myself. The closest person to me puts their head on my shoulder and I don't have to open my eyes to figure out who it is since I know them by the smell of their shampoo. I rest my head on their head and the gesture is enough for now. It helps to calm me a little.
Someone presses something cold against my cheek. I don't bother to look at what it is until the third time it bangs into my face. I look up, and then have to look way, way up. My giant person hands me two cold somethings, and I hand one two my shoulder companion. We both take sips to be polite, and giant person smiles and walks off without a word. I debate drinking more as I watch my counterpart cap theirs and set it aside. My internal debate shifts itself and I drink half the bottle of sweet and tangy something before I close it and resign it to the blanket. Strangely, the liquid has refreshed me, much as would a warm shower or a nap; but instead of feeling relaxed I feel energized and ready to go. I think it's going to be a good day.
Someone presses something cold against my cheek. I don't bother to look at what it is until the third time it bangs into my face. I look up, and then have to look way, way up. My giant person hands me two cold somethings, and I hand one two my shoulder companion. We both take sips to be polite, and giant person smiles and walks off without a word. I debate drinking more as I watch my counterpart cap theirs and set it aside. My internal debate shifts itself and I drink half the bottle of sweet and tangy something before I close it and resign it to the blanket. Strangely, the liquid has refreshed me, much as would a warm shower or a nap; but instead of feeling relaxed I feel energized and ready to go. I think it's going to be a good day.