Sacre Bleu Daydream: The Ring

My spirit drowns in a midnight blue-tinted aetherspace where I’ve become enraptured by a mesmerizing amber stone set in a precious silver ring that I was allowed to wear on my pinkie for a few glorious moments but it changed me forever and now my soul is clawing reaching grasping with desperate desire to get back to it to wear it again for it has become precious to me and if only I can wear it again I’ll feel powerful and capable and trusted and trusting and known and knowing and …

Then I hear my sane-self admonish, “Shush. That story has already been written, Drama Boy.”

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