// i could get lost in pillowed dreams //
“Maybe they think it’s a good spot t’paint?” She suggests, squinting out at the barren desert and the lack of color – the tan on tan on tan that runs for days when viewed from the ground. “Oh! An’ the fuckin’.. Sunshine Pools? I heard they smell awful.” Her nose scrunches with immediate distaste, shuddering in thought. Hissing the sound out from her teeth, she only starts to relax as she remembers the dust devils and the fact she’s grateful they’re this high up.
Laughing a chimed, sunshine laugh at her sister, she bobs her head and sends little stray golden hairs flying. “As it should. Sand shouldn’t be in the sky. Obviously.” To her, that was the last place sand should be. It should be beneath your feet, the soft gentle sand that Torchline has to dip your toes into, to walk barefoot along the beach in comfort.
Laughing a chimed, sunshine laugh at her sister, she bobs her head and sends little stray golden hairs flying. “As it should. Sand shouldn’t be in the sky. Obviously.” To her, that was the last place sand should be. It should be beneath your feet, the soft gentle sand that Torchline has to dip your toes into, to walk barefoot along the beach in comfort.
Calypso
// caught in a stitch of what could be //
