*TRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG*
My hand swung out to shut up the alarm clock.
I could still feel the wind on my skin, smell the scents of the forest, taste his lips on mine. I kept my eyes clenched shut in order to retain those precious memories for just a few moments longer, but before I knew it the lingering feeling had escaped like mist between my fingers.
Slowly I lifted my hands up to my chest, already certain of the disappointment that was awaiting me. A single tear fell from my cheek as my cupped hands rested upon my flat chest.
Damnit.
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Hey
Great start. Very nice indead
alarm clocks
Hmmpphhh!! No sense of timing. There's dreams and there's dreams isn't there.
Kristina
Oh! The Disappointment!
Happens to me every morning,:-(
Hugs,
Joanne
It is such a good
Dreams
Damnit! Very good Amber. I'm sure this has happened lots.
Damned clocks
They're either too fast, too slow or insensitive. No wonder they break so often - with a little help.
Susie
In dreams
Neat little first BCTS entry. There are drabbles that manage to be a bit clever (CARS indeed!), but what impresses me are the ones like this, that can evoke an emotional reaction in so few words. Encore!
~~~hugs, Laika
Drabble Theatre: Like mist between my fingers
Too bad, so sad
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine