my old apartment had a spot on the living room floor that radiated warmth. it probably was in close proximity to a radiator in the apartment below mine, but i liked to think that it existed for the sheer pleasure of my feet’s touch.
i would trace my feet along its boundaries, feel the divide between warmth and cold, and wonder if it was a love story meant for only a few tiles to share. it didn’t matter that the whole room wanted to be loved. i wanted to be loved.
every time i rediscovered it, it put my entire body at ease. sometimes, i would lay my whole body on the floor. the warmth could hold my hands, cheek, chest, and the beginning inches of my waist all at once.
i would curl my body as tightly into the fetal position as i could and try to contain the warmth. slowly, my body would start to shake. it was time to let go, and this fact never changed no matter how much i struggled. it always escaped me too soon, and the cold would run up my spine like a shiver.
—Lissa E.
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Perfect. That is a wonderful, original and technically perfect short short story. Splendid writing.
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That second paragraph, gorgeous poetry. What an allegory, wonderful.
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this is vivid — soft and intense at the same time. love it.
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I know moments like this.
Beautiful.
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cute story… reminds me of that warm spot on the bed, right after my husband had just gotten up… such the coziest spot ever.
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Lovely little post. I love how warmth can be the most grounding thing in the world in a particular moment.
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my last apartment had a spot just like this.
beautiful metaphor, really lovely.
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I actually feel like this sometimes when im in my cars, but then I turn the heat off, and go about my buisness.
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This one is gorgeous, special. I was looking for that one which is very straight prose with I think it was Paris and the baby? Like a letter and it had the letter ‘S’ in it, but you haven’t got a search widget, oh well, I will come and have another look after work. This one, curling about around the radiant warmth though, breathtaking.
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perhaps that “spot” were a love story awaiting discovery from someone or something also waiting to be discovered~
capturing from the first line to the last~
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