Nov. 13th, 2010

The first sound to break the silence of the dimly lit room in which I sat was the soft footstep behind my chair. the man who moved through these rooms always walked on padded cat's feet, even if he wasn't a cat himself. Next came the sounds of him setting out what would be needed for the task at hand. These were several piles of gloves-which were made for either hand- and a half-ounce vial which I heard the gentle click of as it was set down in front of me.
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**this entry was written for LJ idoll**

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