S.L. Underwood
Joined June 2021
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The Purple Locket
I had this bad feeling about what I was going to do, but the loneliness was putting so much pressure on my chest I was starting to get worried. The voice in my head kept telling me to just stay put, but I've been sitting in the same 3 places for 473 days now. My green couch that had a blue spot from the place the sun hit it every day, my loud squeaking bed with springs I could feel with every turn, and my favorite yoga mat I meditated on daily. I needed a new place to sit, and I needed to know I was still alive, that my life still had some kind of purpose. All the waiting, hiding, and praying had to be for something. I had hope one day humans would be able to rebuild and I would be a part of it.
By S.L. Underwood3 years ago in Fiction