thatoddkid wrote: Roads. His road. His house. Prison.
thatoddkid wrote: bright fog
thatoddkid wrote: Sitting up, I rub my eyes
thatoddkid wrote: It's all too clear why she's brought me with her.
thatoddkid wrote: Outside of tinted windows, the sun shines mercilessly
thatoddkid wrote: "Levi? Are you okay?"
thatoddkid wrote: I press my thumb and forefinger against my eyes, as if they're buttons that might just reset the day.
thatoddkid wrote:The memory of perfection has been imprinted on my eyelids. Stoic and glossy, like a just-printed photograph. Welcoming facade ironic in comparison to its intimidating size. Placid colors pale in comparison to a rolling, vividly green lawn; large windows shining like bubbles, pristine white frames.
thatoddkid wrote:Elise is sitting in a circular chair, the rotating kind.