Dreams on a Trampoline
The trampoline has always seemed to revolve around things. I
remember how my sister had lain there with her boyfriend, and they had talked,
laughing without stealing glances around them. He had then treated her roughly,
not in a bad way, but like he didn’t see the need to protect her. The last time
they had lain there, he handled her with care, like a delicate porcelain vase
that need polishing. Three weeks later she announced that she was pregnant. And
now, I watch as my other sister lies there with her boyfriend, just like the
others that had been there before. And it makes me wonder, how will he treat
her?
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