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The grin it gave me; as if the second bolt was crafted perfectly to highlight every last inhuman tooth in its mouth.
I awoke in my cabin, the air notably less cluttered bugs than usual, an unreal lack of pervasive nature.
It's been a month now. I dont feel real, none of it does. I know i am but the dream of a dying woman still in that room.
90% sure the dog ♥♥♥♥ did this to nick the last half of my bloody filet-o-fish.
Both of them flat, drained completely dead, i knew i had somewhere in the low 60% range left but 20 minutes ago; i hadn't the time to question it proper before the dark room was erupted into a moment of illumination.
It had to have been the angle she was sitting at, i thought, the lightning bolt so close i wasn't use to seeing a human illuminated this way, i reasoned.
How wrong i was. I dont know what it said initially, i dont know how much i missed but what i took in haunted me
"To the stars anon shall rise
To the axis of the skies;
Stars that soothe and stars that bless
With a sweet forgetfulness
Only when my round is o'er
Shall the past disturb my door"
My eyelids. They hadn't been so heavy since i was a child seeing how late i could remain awake.
It was an exceptionally cold day in march, the rustling of wind and rain deafened only by the harmonics of our laughter set to a Conner O'malleys hit video "Rap World".
She was so peaceful, the smell of Nether Sauce hung in the air muffling the subtle aroma of weed cut with clover as i feasted upon a filet-o-fish. How could i not steal mental snapshots of her toothy smiles; storing them deep within my mind held on to till i was deep in desire for her company.
Bellys bulging, minds fogged we entered the third act of the immersive character based comedy special when our quaint evening was stolen from us. It must be a blown fuse i thought, the woman beside me vocalized the same thought moments before i could.
"Its no big deal" we said, "our phones are charged we can-".