Sunday, 1 December 2013
draft of my descriptive prose
The disposition of her body
was uneasy. Her mind unconsciously span in transcendent obscurity. It was
similar to that of a ballerina, dancing delicately to the vibrations of heavy
metal. Her bed was damp with perspiration. Subconsciously she rolled over to
the cooler side of her bed.
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