sjsprWriting

The faces Ceci makes when she's looking off into the distance kill me.

Ms. Erickson's red shoes, and how they are perfectly color coordinated with her outfit, kill me.

The way Claudia just has to have her coffee made at 100 degree temperature, no matter how enfuriating it is to me, kills me.

Handmade embroidery kills me.

Bounty napkins that are quilted and cats with fur between their toes kill me.

lots of things kill me. Objects and gestures, silly little things that seem small and insignificant, but in the end mean a great deal of importance, kill me. There just seems to be a lot of care behind each thing, that transforms its entirety into something that goes by noted, and is worthwhile. 

You could kill me too, you know. You just haven't bothered trying yet. 

(glub glub)