I took pain killers for my back. Happiness ensued.
I ripped out weeks of painstaking work and started again. I feel great about it.
I feel great about a lot of things at the moment. Either I am going crazy or things are slowly gluing themselves back together.
My voice in fictional prose is lost. It has become obscured by the layerings of many others. I wonder how I can get it back.
When the base of my bed is heated by the warm air that gushes forth from my heater, it feels like a human leg.
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