She had been holding her breath the entire night. Her lungs felt it even as they stumbled home, laughing hand in hand, swinging and spinning, just like in the beginning. As soon as they got to the door, the fog that followed her finally became storm. The keys. Where were the keys? Why didn't she remind him? Why didn't she bring her own? He buzzed every single apartment as she tried to stop his drunken stupor. The buzz rings and the door clicks
Laura L (she/her)
@Loloflow · 0:24
Wow. This was amazing. I was on the edge of my seat. It was this beautiful combination of poetry and prose and storytelling and all kinds of things. And my hart started racing a little bit, I felt, and your delivery was just spot on. Very nice. Thank you so much for this