NAKED OPENING LINE (# 74,952)

This post has been written in stages of getting dressed.

With each sentence I have put on an item of clothing.

One sock off makes me lean to side of the sock that’s on.

I’m not sure why I’m doing this until I turn round to see Constance, a work of art by my best friend.

In this performance piece she undresses and dresses while a drummer drums.

I thank you Jonathan Ellery for inspiring me this morning.

Even if you’re still asleep.

If this is to become a novel, I will be wearing around 20,000 items of clothing by the time I’m done.

Or dead.

Through suffocation.

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