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February 15, 2013
She giggled excitedly, legs stepping in time to a beat that seemed to pulse up through the floor. Like she was dancing on a heart.

Everything was slightly fuzzy, but fuzzy was good. Fuzzy was nice. It meant all her thoughts lacked their usual cutting quality. No bleeding tonight.

Turning to whoever was standing next to her, she laughed at the sheer joy of no longer having to think. She threw her arms around them, pulling them closer. Tonight was a night for instinct. No thought. No feelings. Just pure instinct.

The fuzziness turned heavier, more oppressing. Let it come.