balmy. (Late Afternoon)
One to Want : Countdown to Escape
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The afternoons were not too hot, just balmy, just nice.
She didn't know if it was an accurate recollection or simply a made up version that only made her more miserable.
She never knew she would miss afternoons like crazy, like now.
She used to have all the time and all she did was sleep them through.
She hated afternoons anyway, always eager to end the days.
Now, she still is eager to end the day, though for a different reason.
But somehow, she misses afternoons. The balmy afternoons, she supposes.
Now she couldn't even get a glimpse of it, it must be her punishment, or rather what was supposed to be a reward.
She used to hate even balminess, the warmth.
Now all she's left with is coldness, darkness.
Bleak.
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