by VICTORIA
The floor filled with plastic children, fluffed animals, and materialistic things. As I walk in, I can hear the squeak of toys, the TV that’s EXTRA loud, and the constant laughter she makes. As I take a deep breath, it smells like grass, sweaty clothes, and old snacks. While pushing that breath out, I could taste the old snacks mixed with the sweaty clothes. When entering the room, I felt the smothering heat surrounding me, the playful cheer hit my ears, the running pressed against the carpet.
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