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I ran my fingers along the tree, the bark was rough and I felt as if I pressed my hand against it, my hand would just be split open. It had a wire wrapped around the middle and slowly tracing its way up. I plucked a single leaf off, holding it in my hand, there was a beetle on it. "Yuck.."
I didn't exactly favor bugs so I just threw the leaf away, hoping it would live but go away. It was sticky and hot outside, I could just melt into a puddle. Even if I wore a t-shirt and shorts, it was still a furnace. I remember Winter was much more funner.
As I leaned against the window, my breath looking like an icy phantom splattered along the smooth panels of glass. I had a warm blanket around me, it felt as if I was wrapped in a coat of fur. I enjoyed the warmth, a cup was set beside me, filled with hot cocoa to the brim and two marshmallows floating at the top. I sipped it, the taste was something I could never get enough of but it burned my tongue.
"Hot!" I blurted out, putting the cup onto the table as I was blowing into the air, believing it would cool myself down.
It was also comfy when the February rain fell down, like dew on the spiderweb as it tapped at the concrete floor. I could hear the drop as it landed, before rising up only a bit to explode. Leaves were soaked nonetheless their color created a beautiful scene for a photograph. I would aim my camera, making sure the lenses were clean and had no fingerprints. There I took a picture, it slowly printed out and I waited for it to clear up, a polaroid.
Even in the lovely spring, was it charming. Even if bees surrounded my being, even if my allergies clogged up my nostrils and caused my eyes to burn, I liked spring. The flowers opened, blooming and revealing their petals that were tucked in. I wouldn't dare smell it or pollen will just gather up on the tip of my nose. My dog would yip at strangers walking their own puppers to the park.
Good times. Much better than being slowly burned to the death by the sun, as it mocked me with its rays of eternal hell. I don't like you either, summer- I'd rather choose Winter. There's a limit of how many clothes you can take off in the summer unless you're okay with running out naked like a mad man screaming /bloody murder!/
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