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Essay on A Prayer to the Porcelain God | ||
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This is the first 1,000 characters of 832 words (3.33 pages) in the essay titled A Prayer to the Porcelain God The touch of cold linoleum against the bare skin of my chest awoke me from my deep sleep. I tried to open my eyes but the shine of bright lights off of the newly polished white porcelain halted my attempts. Where was I? How did I get here? Confused at my situation, I tried once more to open my eyes, this time succeeding. My body ached like I had just ran a two kilometer marathon with thirty pound weights strapped to my shoulders. I couldn’t move. My arms, legs, fingers, and toes were still in the deep sleep I was so rudely awakened from. My eyes drifted downward to fall upon what had become my best friend that night. The smell of fresh Soft Scrub invaded my nostrils to a point that made it almost comforting. The bowl was tainted by the contents of my still queasy stomach, although it did not appear like lasagna, and smelled like a combination of burning tires, old people, and some sort of fruit. Outside, I could hear the sounds of those smart enough to survive the night. What time was it anyways? Was it 2001 yet? These questions flashed through my mind with a deep regret as I realized that I was the first one down. I could not let the others find me here. I could not let them see what kind of man I was; one who could not hold down three beers and passes out on toilet seats. Revival became my main task at this point. I tried to stand up, but my body wasn’t awake as I was. Footsteps outside the door echoed in my mind like the reverb of a bullet. They grew clo... |
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Keywords: deep sleep, linoleum floor, porcelain god, queasy stomach, open my eyes, girl of my dreams, burning tires, fingers and toes, closer and closer, pound weights, rudely awakened, hear the sounds, hottest thing, type of girl, toilet seats, mcdougal, lasagna, nostrils, reverb