 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash did not care about the cold. Yeah, it was cold. Who cared? Ash let the cold bite at her fingers, felt it sink into her bones. That was one way to know you were alive. Cold didn't exist in dream worlds, and therefore Ash must be in reality. No extra layers today. She needed to know where she was.
Ash walked into the classroom. She took not of the posters. She took note of the people. Upstead and Daniel and Claudine. Ash would much prefer to sit next to Daniel and Claudine today. She sat next to Daniel and Claudine. She did not wave at Upstead. She did not make a big production out of it.
"Morning. Morning. Morning. And, morning." Yes, that's right. She even said morning to Upstead. None of the words she had spoken so far contained emotion or thought, so it was alright. It wasn't a good morning or a bad morning. It was just morning. Morning. Morning morning morning. Morning morning morning. It was the morning.
Ash took out a couple markers and started doodling on her arms. Because she felt like it. And really, who was it hurting? People would probably prefer the quiet version of Ash anyway. Of course they would. |