Today's OneWord: Ground

Flat on the ground, my chin was in the grass. You were sitting on top of me, pinning my shoulders together, giggling like a maniac. I could barely breathe, and it made him worse that I was laughing and hiccuping and most likely turning sixteen different shades of purple.

"Okay. Get off. Get off get off get off get off get oooooff."

The air rushes back into my chest as you roll beside me, clinging to my hands on the way down.

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