sepia
sometimes there is this frightening sense that i have somehow slept myself into another dimension. like alice trapped on one side of the mirror.
today i woke up just in time to be fifteen minutes late for my drawing class. when i got there the door was closed, signaling the unattractive naked middle aged man standing in the center of the room. i tried, as quietly as possible, to set up an easel and blend in with the class. i was lucky enough to position myself next to vasiliki, so we could cringe and sigh and moan and kick together. this class has become something like torture.
covered in charcoal dust and collapsing into my bed i proceeded to sleep for over three hours.
now i can't remember why i bothered to wake up.
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today i woke up just in time to be fifteen minutes late for my drawing class. when i got there the door was closed, signaling the unattractive naked middle aged man standing in the center of the room. i tried, as quietly as possible, to set up an easel and blend in with the class. i was lucky enough to position myself next to vasiliki, so we could cringe and sigh and moan and kick together. this class has become something like torture.
covered in charcoal dust and collapsing into my bed i proceeded to sleep for over three hours.
now i can't remember why i bothered to wake up.
erase and rewind.