For @mariannewest/day-194-5-minute-freewrite-tuesday-prompt-sweater
Sheila had too many sweaters. They tumbled on her head when she opened her wardrobe. She had to swim to the surface of them. They kept coming out of her closet. They seemed to be without end. She swam into the wardrobe and wound up on an open sea, Narnia-style, of sweaters. A yarn whale breached nearby and blew its blowhole, sending up loose threads.
Here and there she found buttons. She wove them together into a raft that rode atop the yarn waves.
When all was said and done, there was an insane demon singing tiptoe through the tulips. Sorry for the abrupt right turn. I'm listening to some musics shared by a punster on my punday post, and it reminded me of Halloween Horror Nights from when Stina was in the scary maze about that one show... in in something insomnia? No... Insidious, that's it.
It's over. But that song. My heavens, it is truly demonic seeming. Why? Is it just that it's a ... that word that means high pitched male. Not vibrato, though it's that as well. Falsetto. Isn't it funny how you can find things while typing? Our brains are funny. I always think, "I'll never find the word if I don't stop to think about it" and sometimes I don't, but often it comes to me while I talk around it.
Like Tautology probably would have, but luckily Matt provided it.