Perception

As the daylight fades away, the water trickles through the crumbling latticework. The wind shoves at the sides of the building, and the walls creak yet stand tall. The pebbles funnel down the tube, and so they imagine the water blowing in the gusts outside. They run their hands across the counter, which is so smooth it’s nearly sticky, and then the blankets, from which the fuzz catches on their hands, nearly sharp. The daylight fades away, but they weren’t using it anyway.

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