Light

I want to go back to the warmth of the snow where I can curl up inside and be cosy, not incinerate. Bright colours and pool noodles burn, they don’t hug me like the numbing air and fuzzy socks, they blister my skin. Their smiles and joyous chatting reverberate around me but I want to be home and safe. But I am here. Here under the blinding spotlight of the sun- out in the open world. They can all see me. It is easier to blend into the muted maroon of winter than the vibrancy of summer. Light doesn’t suit me.

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