purple fur; red eyes ー tattletail

t'was the night before christmas,
when all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse.

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5 nights until the day you've waited for the whole year, curiousity filled your young, naive mind.

'i wonder what my christmas may be.' was a reacurring question that came to mind, even with the countless times you had told yourself that it wasn't right.

however, with time you began to give in to your body's pleads, despite the consequences that may come with it.

rolling out of your bed, you'd rest your feet on the blue carpet which covered your room, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the darkness.

you couldn't wait any longer, you need to know.

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twattletail 2017/03/02