Light trickled through the window. She did not stir. Its intensity brightened. She did not stir. He rose, woken by the light. Her eyes flicked open.
Good morning, he said.
Morning, honey, she replied.
She stood up and felt her way to the dresser, where he stood. Her eyes stared off into space. He began to dress and helped her do the same.
How green is the grass today, honey? she asked.
Bright, he replied, looking out the window, full and lush.
She smiled and smoothed out her shirt. He took her hand and led her into the
Boxes, boxes
We must fit in boxes
You call them labels,
You crafty little foxes
Labels and labels
We all must fit in
Chuck us all
Into our respective bin
Separate those that arent like us
Tag them so we wont cause a mess
Its as if blending were a bad thing,
As if chaos is what it would bring
Label me this and label me that,
We are tagged by societys code
And if we do not throw this away
We are sure all to erode
You say that Im white, and that is all good,
Though my skin is the color of peach,
Must be a WASP, you proclaim under breath,
Skin whiter than bleach
And I must be an athlete,
Skinny a
Everyone has a tale of a lost childhood. If this werent the case, we would not have a phrase like you cant go home again. In the end, we feel great animosity towards those that changed our home town or our old house. This is one of those stories:
"They chopped it down?" Sarah asked. She couldnt believe her ears.
"Uh-huh," Sean replied. "To make a deck."
Sarah growled at this, more to herself than anyone. How could they do such a thing?
It had been years prior when she last saw the tree. This was at her family's house in An