I felt her breath on me and I began to expand. I could see her eyes light up as I grew bigger and bigger. She was elated and that made me excited. I felt as if I could fly. She continued to tickle me with her whispery breath until I was so big that I could not help but pop. Some of me got into her eye and a flood of false tears began to fall. A little got on her lips and I could tell that she didn't like the way I tasted. Still, she gave me another try and once again I felt her breath on me. It smelled delicious, of cigarettes and bubble gum. Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight and I could see her raise her brows. Oh, she was proud of me, I had freed myself. She could watch me. She could relish me and love me. I was her creation and, although I wouldn't last much longer, I was satisfied. She had loved me for a moment and I couldn't help but burst.

01/01/2002

Posted on 01/01/2002
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