I’d just finished my fall-term exams. I felt at once both played-out and relieved. Ever felt like just falling over? Didn’t I deserve that small treat after what I’d achieved? No doubt our floor was ***** but dust, in blonde hair, isn’t easily perceived. I was lying, relaxed, on the cool common room floor in sedate prostration when my boyfriend arrived. He was eager for some post-exam reunification but I lacked the energy for synergy, the motivation for combination or even flirtation. Which left him grumbling with male frustration. He suggested, “Why don’t we go out for some libation?” Oh, what a smooth-talker - that’s practically a direct quotation. “Oh, sure,” I said, “ply me with ***** and into temptation!” Side stepping that, he proclaimed, “It’s time to celebrate and the start of vacation!” I held up my hands and he pulled me upright, “Ok.” I said in resigned assignation. A shower and change of clothes soon had me refreshed and reanimated. How sad I’d have been to miss the end of term conversations imbued by holiday decorations and I offer this to you, my small, winter, college-based narration. In the hope that you’ll be inspired, even if you’re tired, to celebrate your own holiday occasions.
Happy Holidays Everyone!
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Imbued: “permeated and influenced”