Monday, January 01, 2007

2007

I walked toward the bookshelf. I heard the rumble of champagne poured into flute glasses. I turned to face the living room. I ran between the sides of a triangle formed by Michael, Shelly, and Tony sitting on the floor. I ran between the walls. I ran between two small couches and made myself as large as possible.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Short, sweet, and spunky... just how it should be!

12:58 PM  
Blogger Shimmy said...

Come to Chicago and scratch the underside of my chin and open up the bathtub spigot, KevKev!

1:15 PM  
Blogger AlexG said...

happy naps & peppy struts for the Shimster...

2:57 PM  

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