Day 56: Going Into The Closet

It was, but not, a mere 3 minutes and 2 seconds ago, my unloyal minions. Yes, I dare to speak the horrid truth of that thing that appeared before me all glowy and full of some hideously divine light. It was an Angel; and so strangely I knew so oddly without her speech, her name was Kitty. She deemed it fit for herself and so it is to be - so there! And she floated around my lounge room armchair, wafting in and out with the breeze. Some shimmery, shiny light flickered out from beneath her harmonious aura, piercing my cornea's, filling my retina's with blinding pain full of retched emotional capabilities I so willingly, lovingly, peacefully swept away. Then it happened. She screeched so saintly, it burst my nostrils; squawking about things so heavenly divine like vegetables to the slaughter. She's wafted into the linen closet right now... Thankfully I can close the door.



Floating Forests Dip With Ease.