There's a pause. And in the stillness, the only things to move are the thoughts that flicker through Lizzie Sunshine's mind: you don't know anything about how I feel, and you don't speak to me about human, and I'm going to scream.
Composed, she lays her hands on the arms of her wicker chair, and takes a deep breath.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 05:56 am (UTC)Composed, she lays her hands on the arms of her wicker chair, and takes a deep breath.
She doesn't make it to the window.