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AN ABSURD MEMOIR
The Bubble
A benign culprit of a dreadful evening
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Staring at the low-lying ceiling, I watched as a bead of water began to develop. It was getting humid and even the lightest movement would shake the trailer enough to jiggle it.
Views were bleak and though the windows were coated with vapor, the snow piled outside was evident; a reminder that last night was no dream. With the slightest move, the thick dewdrop positioned three feet above my forehead would come pelting down. Vapor began to amalgamate and I watched as the first droplet began to streak down the window.
I should really get up, but it was too late. More heavy droplets collected above, taunting me while preparing themselves for dispatch.
I didn’t know where my warm clothes were and it would come to no surprise that the door to my Chevy cavalier would be frozen shut when I attempt to locate them.
I should’ve prepared them last night, but I was far too distraught for that level of rationalization.
Isaac began to roll over next to me and before I could perceive the impending doom, the first heavy droplet pelted down, targeting the bridge between my eyes.
