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RHRT: Glimpses 26Glimpse #26: Late Night Snack
Robu woke up to the smell of bacon being cooked in the kitchen. Having animalistic senses such as smell had caused him to become a light sleeper over the years, and his sensitive ears picked up the faint sound of meat crackling amidst the low hum of the microwave. Breakfast time already? he thought as he reached for his alarm clock in the dark room.
Rizu looked at the clock on the stove as her bacon spun on the built-in carousel and began to count down to herself. It's going on two o'clock, and he has yet to jump out of bed, she mused. He should be running in here any minute now. Three two one
The bedroom door flew open, and Robu stormed into the kitchen in nothing but his favorite sleep shirt and boxers. He narrowed his brown eyes at his girlfriend and growled, "Are you fucking mad?"
"As mad as a hungry hatter," returned Rizu. "Now, how many slices do you want?"
RHRT: Glimpses 25Glimpse #25: Names
Robu: when I am generally speaking to or of him without a trace of affection.
Robi-: when I either want something, want something from him, or I'm caught up in a mind-blowing orgasm.
Robato: when my patience is being tried or if I need to be formal when addressing him.
Robato Rei: when he has angered me to a certain point or when I have to holler over his loud music just to get his attention.
Robato Rei Tsuchino: when he has done something incredibly stupid to make me want to kill him.
Robu peered over Rizu's shoulder and looked at her list on the online compatibility questionnaire Megu Hino sent her in an email. He frowned when he saw her answers and then looked at his in disappointment. Out of all the names he could call his girlfriend, he always referred to her as simply Rizu. It's not fair, he thought with a heavy sigh. She's entitled to call me whatever she wants no matter how much she reminds me of Grandmama and Mama, and I can only use one nam
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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