when I wake up, it's in a children's room
with rich purples and pristine whites and flowers flowers flowers.
pictures of them; dried framed ones; painted and stickered on walls; painted on paper then stuck on walls.
pom poms pinks greens blues.
i run my fingers through my hair and discover some wrapped in embroidery floss with a plastic bead, saying “s”.
also notice i'm wearing jenna's sweatpants, then pick plastic tape off my arms, pull plastic bags from bracups.
feel my head tighten and my stomach turn and my mouth smack with the dry thickness of a sunday morning in a room that is not mine in a house full of sleeping friends that are.
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