Warmth in the Cocoon
Red Tartan Jacket Striding, hopping here and there, one small splash, one leap, for this lopsided man, landing the same as one large pancake tossed and dropped from a frying-pan. Splashing, puddles, exciting, better then one mind full of muddles? Slippery slip mixing fear and frill. Unauthorized noise, escaping disguised within exhaled breath of surprise. Then realization feet, legs spreading apart its not over yet. Balancing arms shoot out right then left. On going frills, red-faced ending. Wet... Sign in to see full entry.