There's a big fire in Bonny Doon and the smoke is slowly encroaching on my apartment. It made for quite the sensational sunset, and made me remember being five or six and sleeping in my clothes those nights during the Oakland Hills fire, in case we had to evacuate. Suddenly, I remembered everything about that first night-my old bedroom in my old house, collecting leaves outside that afternoon, my velcro shoes, Benji the person-sized teddy bear I used to sleep with and how he smelled...it was amazing.
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skyscraping_sin) wrote,
nostalgic
