penelope "poppet" murray (astromancer) wrote in noexits, @ 2021-10-28 23:07:00 |
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The world was covered with a thin, faded old quilt. The colours had long since bleached out of it, the fabric worn over time until it had become threadbare, the stuffing degraded and almost non-existent in patches. It was nice to be all wrapped up in it, too, not for any real protection it offered, but the emotion of it. She was content. Time was nothing. Space was nothing. She moved effortlessly between the library, the kitchen, the upper story windows, and all the sounds were soft around the edges, like being in the Cloud Maze. |