typing high

typing high

"what in the hell are you doing?!" mimi shouted.
  mimi was in the doorway. I looked.

I’d done something.

She didn’t sound high. i had to look away.
 i saw the screen: what’s this?

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  z had been making tracks while i was out,

the night running away from me,

four lines i’d gotten off with my cheek

while nodding.

i remembered nodding and pulling myself out

a few times.

I could not have been out for very long

when she found me, three and a half rows

into my tale, drooling over the characters.