Well, we reduced some of the Keppra
yesterday. Keppra's the medication that controls my grand mal
seizures(those are the big shaking ones you see on television) The
Keppra side effects are really nasty and the entire point of this
withdrawal from college was to replace the Keppra with this new
medication Febeltall(Sorry if I messed up these medication names!)
because it could work better for me controlling all my seizures(at
least that's the idea, but we'll see if that works over time.) I'm
optimistic, I think I'm getting more used to this medicine. But I
felt pretty bad today at times. Time will tell, and if things go for
the worse I'll try something else, gotta keep rolling! I did get good
work done on planning my book and my flash fiction and I think its pretty good so I feel quite
accomplished! Huzzah! Anyway, onto today's story!
Worn Expressions
She wore a bright dress with a happy
yellow color. Though the only the only reason it was a happy yellow was
because she was happy. If she was sad it would be a
sad blue. If she angry it would be an angry red. The dress could change colors to match the entire spectrum of emotion that her young and fickle
heart had. Many of the people in the ballroom wore those clothes and
danced honestly.
Though some people wore deceptive
clothes. These clothes were completely white and didn't change
colors. They still danced with the others despite this. They were
allowed partially both out of politeness as everyone had to be
allowed to dance and that many of the people were charmed by people
in the white clothes. Their mysteriousness had a sort of charm about
it.
She looked at a man in white and her clothes changed colors rapidly as she grew excited. His mysterious air grabbed onto her. She then she
turned to another man that she danced with before. He wore a changing
dress and she had bonded with him on the dance floor before.
Their clothing colors matched again and again while they danced and
their emotions became one. They left the dance hall together while
the man in white stood in the corner of the ballroom waiting to be
caught by the eyes of another.
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