20090128

Couched

by Luke Storms

I sit here, couched. A breeze enters the room, snapping the curtains. It is like watching a dance. The wind circulates through the room, stirring the plants that rest on the windowsill. Specs of dust in the sunlight whirl over each other like rapidly boiling water. I breathe in the cool air while a shiver runs up and down my spine.

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Luke Storms is often chaired and desked and sometimes even walked. His writing has appeared online and in magazines such as Current, Toronto Tourism, and Alive, and he also blogs over at Intense City. (Click here to make a donation to Luke, half of which will support 6S.)

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful!

Syrinxia said...

Wonderful Piece.
It felt as though I was sitting beside you.
Thank you

Oceana Setaysha said...

I love it! Great stuff.
Oh, and 'couched' is totally going into the list of words I use that nobody else understands.

Madam Z said...

Lovely description. I can see every speck of dust. Oh...wait...that's the dust on my desk. It's not as pretty as your "dust in the sunlight."