Electricity

Clayton Morrison
Nov 6 · 2 min read
Photo by Maarten van den Heuvel on Unsplash

The air rolling through the window was exceptionally cold. While I walked back from class the air felt cool but comforting. Like a bright smile after a long day.

But the breeze from the window was unsettling. Most people would say it was extending its wispy hand out in invitation. I would say it was seeping through my skin and into my bones. Burrowing, like a cicada.

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Clayton Morrison

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