Rubber Duckies (standard:other, 1252 words)
Author: Sexy Forks	Added: Dec 10 2000	Views/Reads: 5368/2452	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A descriptive story about an individuals feelings and memories about things he sees as he wakes up.

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something I could call my own.  Once it was completed, I would sit 
inside and take off my wool mittons with my mouth, biting on the tiny 
bits of ice dangling from the loose threads, letting them dissolve in 
my mouth.  I would sit there long enough to watch the shadows run 
across the ground.  The silence inside of that igloo was more than I 
could handle.  It gave me a clearer and calmer head then any other 
entity ever could.  Everything was right in the world when I was in my 
igloo, but it would melt away after not too long, exposing the dark 
green grass that I had uncovered for carpet.   And the thing that I 
called mine, would be gone. 

Now standing on my porch, I took a second to inhale the thick, cold air.
 As my lungs expanded from the crisp oxygen, my nose was nipped at 
inside and out by the flowing air I controlled from with in.  I stepped 
off the edge of the rigid paved step onto the intertwining of 
microscopic ice particles as they collapsed under my weight, giving a 
satisfying crunch to the foot and the ear.  I took many of these steps 
towards the one imperfection I could find in the snow.  My newspaper, 
warmly wrapped in a white woven blanket that was so delicatly placed 
with the edges of it’s blue plastic clothing exposed to only me.  I 
picked it up with my right hand, holding it by the wrinkled open end, 
and shook the blanket off into dust as it flickered to the ground.  I 
followed my trail of destruction back into the house where I removed my 
Rubber Duckies that were now encrusted with their own blankets.  I  
sneaked across the ceramic with caution and rested back into my throne. 
 I hadn’t realized how hard I was breathing, and consciously tried to 
slow it.  I swallowed the air as slowly as sipping a milkshake, and let 
it escape with the same control.  I took the newspaper out of it’s 
clothing, exposing it for the information and entertainment it 
possesses, and read my paper at my own ease.


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