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string_theory2012-12-16 03:50 pm
the_prisoner) wrote in string_theory2012-12-16 03:50 pm
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The sounds were familiar. People, pigeons, the city beyond.
The sun was on his face, grass under him. He had fallen asleep in the park. And all that seemed right.
Until reality started to filter back in. The fact that asleep in the park was not where he was suppose to be.
He shot up, looking around. No, he wasn't wrong. The city peaked above the trees at the far end on the field, a soccer game playing out before him. Everything was so normal.
What the fuck.
The sun was on his face, grass under him. He had fallen asleep in the park. And all that seemed right.
Until reality started to filter back in. The fact that asleep in the park was not where he was suppose to be.
He shot up, looking around. No, he wasn't wrong. The city peaked above the trees at the far end on the field, a soccer game playing out before him. Everything was so normal.
What the fuck.