Trapped in my own head, taunted by wraiths and wights, saved by small kindnesses.
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Rushing around at the last minute doing work and planning mischief.
I sight my targets, reach forward, then draw back while steadying my breath.
Thinking ‘bout a gift for a special someone this holiday season.
Drumming my fingers, waiting, wondering, dancing on the dagger’s edge.
A turbulent storm cut down by pale, thin edges to a fleeting calm.
(Don’t forget to smile. ^_^)
A flurry of white tugs at my memories and pulls out my smile.