Brain Fog

textured with 'mary'

The fog formed suddenly, creating a vacuum that sucked the air from beneath her.  Always one for proper etiquette he'd made sure to bring a gift . . . a clouding of consciousness that was bestowed upon her in a quixotic gesture. 

Voluminous shadows marred her vision.  Disorientated she stumbled and struggled to regain her composure.  It was hard to concentrate and she found herself scrambling to make sense of it all.  Rubbing her head with both hands she tried to remember if this was a memory or simply the everyday as though images from some forgotten dream.

As the fog languished she wondered whether this soupy sludge would ever dissipate, but deep down she knew . . . . . the brain . . . . .that was his favorite resting place.

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