It was time to put them away, so I did. Most of them weren't folded neatly away in their boxes as I would have liked. Instead, they were crammed and shoved out of sight. That season was over. New clothes were needed. The weather necessitated that. It was hard to see them go. They all fit just right and were so comfortable. But they had to go. So I tore them off, and into drawers, boxes, and trunks they were removed. Just as long as I couldn't see them.
Now, the weather is giving the impression that it is changing. I have no way of being certain yet, but I've let myself peek into what I used to have. I was at the point where I was ok with never wearing those clothes again, and most of them probably didn't fit anymore anyway. So I peeked. And now, I find myself daydreaming about the old clothes. I try them on, just for fun, of course. I've even shown a few people. I know it's silly, but I did it.
Now, what? The weather could change, but there's no way of knowing. I'm waiting to hear the weatherman, but what does he know? Uncertainty is eating me up, and it's annoying. I just want to know if I can get all those lovely clothes out again, or if I have to go through all the trouble of returning them into their dark places they were hiding. Too bad it doesn't seem like I can just get rid of these clothes. Anybody want them? sigh I do.
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For some reason, this is almost as confusing as one of those posts where you said that you hoped it didn't make sense. Like the one that said something about falling.
What clothes are these?
Maybe it will make more sense during the day.
:) I have to agree with you. All i have is those clothes. i hate summer clothes. We should boycott.
(Never mind. Pay me no heed.)
I trusted the weatherman too much. Then my professor moved class to outside and I was very, very cold. The end.
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