What Happens Late at Night
I rest my head back and watch my shark begin to swim off of my desk and through the air. My boyfriend's face turns 'round to kiss my own. Cinnamon and Root Beer get into a fight over who smells better, and they stand in the pencil jar screaming at the top of their lungs while the Purple Lady scissor steps across the wooden planks, shuffling through leaves of white and blue. The Great Red Man stands tall, ever gleaming in the light of the artificial sun. A pink wink attempts to steal a heart that - I hope - is mine to fight for. The green remembrances taunt me with the things of another world...the things that I've forgotten for a time.
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