The only reason why I like my body is because of my dress. I wear it in all of my dreams and realities, as it is the only thing that reminds me of Momma. She had big green eyes and twisty hair, I remember her hands making and sewing this dress. If I didn't have my dress i wouldn't care about smiling, or not waking up in time for breakfast. in fact I'd prefer to stay in my dream until my body ate me, but I wouldn't want it to eat my beautiful dress.
My dress is blue and a little frilly, with tiny white dots spread sporadically over the fabric.
I learnt the word sporadic from one of the nurses. She called me sporadic, and I asked what It meant. She said that it meant anywhere and everywhere, in unpredictable places.
I like the word sporadic. It reminds me of my dreams. They are always slightly different, and I never know which one I'm going to get.
Sometimes I feel sporadic.
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Butterfly Girl
ParanormalHer sanity was flayed out like butterfly wings, the shimmering colours in the sunlight shielding her from the truth of reality.
