PREVIEW
... was cold, through the sock covered feet as I go overboard with the mental representations at the interior of my soul. Just to focus on something else for a few moments than the more complex feelings.
Meanwhile in the reality of my motel room, I take a deep, shuddering breath and scrub at my face with the back of my hand. The sides of it were still damp, but the emotional wave had crested and begun to recede from the edges like a rebounding ripple.
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