 5 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Back to the hoops, back to the hoops, BACK TO THE HOOPS.
That was it. Getting back to those hoops was all that stood between her and success, or freedom or whatever it was that this would equal. What she was really thinking of was leaping into her bed and patting her full belly after she had feasted on success food. SUCCESS FOOD WAS GOOD FOOD. And then she'd be some sort of different human being because she'd have passed and she would be a success around the world her brain. Would she feel any different? Or would this be like a birthday when you pretended you felt different, but actually really, really didn't. At all.
She had to remember the three D's one more time today, and she had to apply them only once more before she could go thumbs up at people again and lie somewhere and make loud sighing noises and nap. ONCE MORE. One more time. ONE MORE TIME. Els decided on a different hoop to the one she had previously been in and concentrated on it, taking in the difference in distance between that one and where she was, and that one and the one she had been in before. Everything was riding on this one. She shut her eyes and did everything she had done before..again. The focus, the concentration. Plus the biting of her lip when she felt it happen once more.
It was okay if she had landed in a hoop. It was okay if she had landed in the wrong hoop. No one knew which hoop she had been intending for, but when she did open her eyes (after wobbling on her feet a little and having to wiggle her arms to gain stability again) she was TH-ERE. BABAM.
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