Dreidel, actual OC fic
Dreidel, nothing owned
I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel…the spinning don’t stop when you leave the cradle
The words of the song floated out the door from the kitchen. Her attention switched from the paper on her lap to the words of the song. Her mom had had that album, vinyl. She’d played it continuously one summer. She hadn’t understood then, how the words must have spoken to her mother - she sure as hell did now.
How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? How you gonna keep from spinning your life away?
It was so damn easy to get caught up in stuff, in work, in committees and never settle, constant motion engaged.
Her hands rested lightly on her stomach. Not any more.
song words from Don Maclean Dreidel for full lyric.
I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel…the spinning don’t stop when you leave the cradle
The words of the song floated out the door from the kitchen. Her attention switched from the paper on her lap to the words of the song. Her mom had had that album, vinyl. She’d played it continuously one summer. She hadn’t understood then, how the words must have spoken to her mother - she sure as hell did now.
How you gonna keep on turning from day to day? How you gonna keep from spinning your life away?
It was so damn easy to get caught up in stuff, in work, in committees and never settle, constant motion engaged.
Her hands rested lightly on her stomach. Not any more.
song words from Don Maclean Dreidel for full lyric.