In a hazy dream, she managed to walk herself toward the red cushioned ottoman and delicately laid herself down. Half expecting an Iya to appear, for she felt terribly ethnic in her harem pants, she waited and she waited only to find her mother passing by her, tickling her feet as she came. Giggling, she loses her balance, gasps, and falls off the ottoman, exhaling into a deep sleep as she did so.
(I'm not so sure about this.)
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Daughter of a Rajah
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2 comments:
this is so pretty! i like it :)
i love that you're writing more
xoxo,
Micaela
Yes, I have to agree! I love all of this writing! I have not been able to come here in a while and I am loving this catching up! It is all beautiful! Oh and thank you for my J inspiration!
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