End of March

Penelope. Bouncy bouncy Penelope.
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tea with too much sugar. I like to hold my books open with my toes while I eat rice crackers and peanut butter.
There are words floating in the air.
the sun comes in the window and I think I've killed one of my plants. I didn't mean to, really. I wish I was as good with them as I am with daydreaming.
There is a bunny in our bathroom, I saw her in the sink earlier.
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Last night I woke up sweating and feeling like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe. It felt like all the heat of my body wanted to get out and all the heat in the room wanted to get it and they both collided against my skin, who was just trying to keep one in and the other out. It was too much, too much. I stumbled around the room, half asleep, trying to find the remote for the AC. I couldn't find it. I was panicking. You woke up, grumbling and slightly annoyed, but you found it right away and we went back to bed. As I slowly cooled down, I put my forehead against your shoulder and fell back to sleep. I could breathe again.
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I have notebooks with tons of empty lines in them. I wonder what I should write in them, I wonder what words would be adequate. Maybe these ones would be. Maybe it's that simple.
I think I have to go now, there is a story waiting for me.