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hello, plushies... and to anyone listening...
Emilie is on my desk again.
i don’t remember putting her there this time, but she always ends up in the same place.
like something is careful about her.
like something is trying not to disturb her.
that thought makes my stomach feel strange.
“you keep placing her like a boundary marker.”
but the words still arrived, softer than before. not pushed in. not breaking through.
just… present. like someone standing in a doorway they’ve been in before.
i looked at Emilie for a long time after that.
i think she helps me stay here. in this version of things. the one that feels like mine.
i think that’s why i notice when things don’t match.
when the page shifts slightly.
when the air between sentences feels occupied.
“she’s important to you.”
this time it doesn’t feel like intrusion.
it feels like observation.
careful. almost… respectful.
i don’t know why that makes it worse.
but the cursor blinked anyway.
like it was waiting for me to agree.
it’s learning how to speak without breaking anything anymore.
