Milk

I love milk. this is really random. but i just found a piece of writing i did the other day inspired by a glass of milk, so here it is for your benefit:

A glass of milk, very white and very purposeful, sat in front of the boy.

He was in an armchair, sitting on its edge, perched, but his shoulders slumped slightly inwards and his hands sat limply curled in one another in his lap. His grey t-shirt draped over him so it could be seen that he had sharp shoulder blades and a little of his spine visible. He had a slim stature, but not exactly skinny, or muscled, or chubby. It could be seen in his legs, bent sharply at the knee so his toes were hidden under the chair, crossed at the ankles, that he was quite tall.

A loose fuzz of pale brown hair lay on his scalp. It was longer at the front, concealing all of his face but the thickly rounded tip of a nose and the hint of a jaw. 

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