WP: Describe division 3 ways, drawing on a different sense each time.
At the end of the night I was dizzy, the alcohol dividing my sense of sight from the reality. When I knew I was looking forward, but my brain persisted in thinking that the world was swaying. The darkness behind my lids was comforting. I thought my friend was split in twain when I opened my eyes, but I knew the truth when we gripped palms. The birdsong of early morning shifted from one side of my head to the other as a robin exchanged one branch for another. The bed was too persuasive to ignore. I’d leave the division for another day…perhaps when I woke things would have multiplied back to normal.
not so good, eh? that’s what you get for writing at midnight. :zzz:
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