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When In REM – Excerpt
Today marks the thirteenth day of me waking up to Mr. Rodrigo’s attacks—a milestone I won’t be celebrating. Some days, I stay in bed and stare at the white ceiling above me, asking whoever can hear my thoughts what I’ve done to deserve this. Then, I try to fall asleep again, ignoring the proven fact that I will be woken up repeatedly within five minutes of falling asleep. I remind myself that the man is a d–k who can’t even bother to give his neighbors the heads-up. I should just seize the day. Staring up, I pray to the ceiling that I can fall asleep again for a little longer.…
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Blue Suede Stilettos
“Are those blue suede shoes?” you asked. “Are you color blind?” I replied, “And, that’s blue suede STILETTOS for ya.” “Smart mouth, I see.” “And you’re quite the observer.” “It just made me think of that Elvis’ song, and since I’m a fan…” “Well, you can drink my liquor, but don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.” “Ha! You know the song? I’m impressed.” “C’mon, it’s Elvis Presley—his biography might as well be a prerequisite for USA History 101.” I remember how you laughed at that silly comment when it wasn’t even funny. But, “You’re hilarious,” you said, unable to control your giggles. Is that a thing you do…
