My inner closet of a brain looks like this: Clothes everywhere, rainbows of silk pieces intertwined with words jumping off of T-shirts, shoes with actual animated personalities- just a functioning city of everything always working together to create. In this I made a decision almost a year ago. A no T.V. diet. Junk food for my brain cut out. In a way I was not cleaning out my closet, but organizing.
This brought dreams. Clear dreams that were trimmed with bold visions. Allie not only came to my dreams. Allie came to my reality. One night soon after my first "Allie dream" I decided to take a bubble bath. With a bath came naked and true prophetic fog.
After steaming myself into a blur, I remove myself from the milk and honey lukewarm swamp. Naturally, the beauty I am; I look in the mirror. In the mirror was a clear image of a girl. Long hair that framed the mirror. Exact markings where a gate of teeth stood strong, and the part that would change my future- her eyes. The right eye a clear number 7.
My mouth could not scream, my eyes could not produce tears, my mind was stuck. Slowly, I walk to the top of the stairs. A towel as my only protection. Shaking voice. Shaking me. "Braaaadddd" : "Come and see this." You see, I did not voice what I thought I saw, in all reality I wanted him to tell me that my bath had sedated me and there was really no figure in the mirror.
His face grew quiet. He looked closer, and said "I even see the teeth". This moment was not a moment, it was a shared frozen mystery. Of course he tried to take a picture. Allie must have been sick of photoshoots.
So the number seven. Everything seemed to come in sevens from the amount of almonds in my hand to the very fact that we ended up moving to Seven Mile. Seven Mile, a place I had never even heard of. Seven Mile being the seventh place we actually came to. Seven, a new season. Unlocked was soon to be in Seven locations.
Funky Fork Frame
1. scissors
2. old fork
3. magnetic tape
Frame it!
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