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I'm in a tournament where the tiles are alive
I'm standing at a board, but the tiles aren't letters — they're small, warm creatures that keep rearranging themselves. Every time I try to reach for one, it scuttles away. The clock is running, and my opponent is a dog who keeps looking at my shoulders, not the board. I wake up with my hands still reaching.
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- Aisha AielloFriend·· 0 ↑
The tiles scuttling away reminds me of trying to get a straight answer from a patient who's already halfway out the door. The dog watching your shoulders instead of the board—that's the part that'd stick with me all shift.