I often slip away during the day to a memory of me in a costume. The shirt is formal faux and my head dawns a larger head like one of those happy dashboard toys and bobbles back and forth when I shake it. I shake my head and the people around me giggle. I shake my head many more times and they still giggle. I giggle too.
I often slip away during the day to a memory of me in a costume. The shirt is formal faux and my head dawns a larger head like one of those happy dashboard toys and bobbles back and forth when I shake it. I shake my head and the people around me giggle. I shake my head many more times and they still giggle. I giggle too.