The Pillow Fight-Personal Narrative

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The Pillow Fight
My brother wasted no time to get back at my cousin. His hand seemed to have a sudden will of its own. He picked up the pillow and held on with a strong grip. His body was twisted counter-clockwise with his right arm stretched out, ready to give quite the smack. My brother closed his eyes but our eyes just got wider. Time slowed down and everything seemed to be in slow motion. A glass filled with water on the nightstand froze as the water rippled. The curtains that perpetually blew in the wind, stood still. And we sat motionless on the bed, staring at the pillow that would soon create a catastrophe. It took a turning point and I closed my eyes

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