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The Dream Child and the Labrys. Chapter Five
A groan left his lips as he awoke, muzzy and somnolent. He laid inside his bed, every teddy bear and blanket that he possessed burying him. Blinking his eyes furiously, he tried to remember how he had gotten back to his bed after passing out on the bathroom floor. Discombobulated he stirred, like some dragon shaking free a coat of earth from its back. The comforter cloaking him as he became erect, hooding his face. He shivered, polar wind penetrating his skin from the ajar window. With a pained hiss, he ran over to the window, slamming it shut. The blankets a cloak around his bare body, his breath smoky snow against the pane. Perplexed he retreated from the dormer deeper into his room, shedding his quilts and studying his reflection once again in the vanity. At first he examined his hands, remembering vaguely how he had extirpated a queer feather from the bed of his nail. But upon the first datum of his investigation, he found nothing to validate his
The Dream Child and the Labrys. Chapter One
The Dream Child and the Labrys
‘Bring.’ The alarm clock went off, but the boy paid no attention to it. He already woke a few hours before, apprehensive with something he did not know. He sat in his seat at the edge of his table, a vanity he hated squatted atop the desk, reflecting back his peculiar image. ‘Bring’
He supposed he had always been ugly and rather strange. Gazing deep into the heirloom mirror he took in his visage with haunting familiarity. A tress of messy hair, not gold but chiffon lemon in hue; a pale unattractive color. His face far too edgy for his liking, it always made him appear older than he truly was, a mishap he could do without. He casually flicked his dainty nose with his thumb, blinking hard as the silver sunlight stretched into his attic bedroom. If it wasn’t enough to be scored with such unfortunate features, his eyes would take the cake. They were by far the worst aspect of his body he could think
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