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The day aged past its climax and was settling into lamination. The curtains cast a comfortingly oppressive rue, a savory warm grey cloak of shadow. It touched her hips where the tank top had ridden up, slightly favoring her slender waist. The covers had caressed her golden skin smooth and the curtains (lazy protectors) had led the late afternoon light to intrude into her room.
Her hand interrupted the narrow beam of light causing the graceful adhesion of it her fingers. It beaded on the tips of her hands and tumbled their warm hue along the labyrinths of her finger’s tips. Her mind was still but her body betrayed her. It trembled at the relief that drew the airy muck up and out of her body. Her chest was light and warm as though the harmonious wavelengths had ricocheted into her eyes, nestling into her being and sowing seed of internal illumination. The warm reassurance made her weary. Her palm extended further into the light as her fist covered the gasp slipping from her lips, her toes crinkled at the feel of surrender and the girl crumbled.
The eyes stung and her knees felt the carpet’s embrace. Her arms fell to her sides, wrists slack and her head fell forward, hair giving into the tug of gravity. She inclined her head up and let the warming light fall across the left side of her face. It drug itself across her neck and highlighted the descending beads of liquid silver. It painted her far away eyes copper and her hair sung red in the light. The girl had never felt so bound to freedom.

Description
The day aged past its climax and was settling into lamination. The curtains cast a comfortingly oppressive rue, a savory warm grey cloak of shadow. It touched her hips where the tank top had ridden up, slightly favoring her slender waist. The covers had caressed her golden skin smooth and the curtains (lazy protectors) had led the late afternoon light to intrude into her room.
Her hand interrupted the narrow beam of light causing the graceful adhesion of it her fingers. It beaded on the tips of her hands and tumbled their warm hue along the labyrinths of her finger’s tips. Her mind was still but her body betrayed her. It trembled at the relief that drew the airy muck up and out of her body. Her chest was light and warm as though the harmonious wavelengths had ricocheted into her eyes, nestling into her being and sowing seed of internal illumination. The warm reassurance made her weary. Her palm extended further into the light as her fist covered the gasp slipping from her lips, her toes crinkled at the feel of surrender and the girl crumbled.
The eyes stung and her knees felt the carpet’s embrace. Her arms fell to her sides, wrists slack and her head fell forward, hair giving into the tug of gravity. She inclined her head up and let the warming light fall across the left side of her face. It drug itself across her neck and highlighted the descending beads of liquid silver. It painted her far away eyes copper and her hair sung red in the light. The girl had never felt so bound to freedom.