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Oct 2016
Time slowly moves over the clock.
It's face and ever spinning dial,
tells me there are only 9 days left.
Two weeks.
They seemingly loom over it's surface,
but those 9 days will turn into 5,
and 2. until the countdown hits 0.
How much more sewing,
How much more hot clue, paint, and figuring?
3 cosplays done.
one more to go,
but how to get the tail to stay on my head?
How to make sure the costume is finished in time?
The ever quickening time.
Only so much more time until I must finish.
Excitement swells inside to see the other cosplayers,
to hang with friends,
and check out the venders whose merchandise will have to go untouched.
So much fun approaching,
yet here I stay,
merely 9 days away needing to complete this project.
New cosplay ideas come to mind
...
no, no
concentration is key.
One outfit at a time.
The clock will chime tonight,
8 more days.
I'm preparing for comic con.
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
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