Inferdan
Meeting the first minor relapse after recovery
- Nov 3, 2019
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I lie in bed, yet I cannot sleep. Those two, pink, fluffy, soft and warm and adorable bunny slippers from the opposite side of the room...the stare at me. With their dark, plastic eyes, they watch me. Every night. The colouring has begun to leave their delicate fur, their rosy cheeks faded...and yet their eyes glisten as brightly as ever.
Maybe it was how they never blinked. Maybe it was the new puppy slippers I had bought to replace them. Maybe it was guilt of that...I've had them since my childhood. I remember fondly how I slid into them every morning for my daily breakfast of butter, honey, and toast. I can only imagine what they were feeling in their sole.
I can't get rid of them. They're too special. I can't show much neglect either. What can I do? How can I make amends and help them move on?
Maybe it was how they never blinked. Maybe it was the new puppy slippers I had bought to replace them. Maybe it was guilt of that...I've had them since my childhood. I remember fondly how I slid into them every morning for my daily breakfast of butter, honey, and toast. I can only imagine what they were feeling in their sole.
I can't get rid of them. They're too special. I can't show much neglect either. What can I do? How can I make amends and help them move on?
https://sanctioned-suicide.net/threads/ten-threads-we-havent-seen-yet-but-probably-will-soon.34371/
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