Thursday, November 14, 2013

Day 14. NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo

Somewhere outside of town, across the bridge and past the marshes, where apartment buildings nestle between rows of expertly manicured trees, a cat yawned in the sun and scratched at the upholstery of the couch.  The cat stretched, almost twice its typical resting size, and then repositioned itself in a ball for the long day ahead.  The sun caught the particles of dust and hair that stirred when the animal moved.  The particles swirled around in the air, until they almost made the faint outline of a face.  A face with eyes that had just opened.

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