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What now? What time is it? That sounds like _______. Jaded and walking.
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Scene Setting:
I hear:
Like ice to water, water to vapor, we change; but we remain the same
5.12.12
At least not deaf
WAKE UP. DIDN'T WAKE UP IN YOUR OWN BED, BUT CONCRETE INSTEAD-COLD. DUSTY. FEEL THE DUST WITH FINGERS. CHECK POCKETS. NOTHING. RUB FACE, HEAD. NO SIGN OF BLOOD. NO SMELL, TOO. ONLY SMELL OF CONCRETE DUST. THINK REMAIN SEATED. DEEP BREATH. UDDER IN THE DARK. FLOOR. NO WALL. MOVE FEET. STAND UP? NO? WHERE IS THIS? WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO DARK? FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK DON'T PANIC. DON'T. PANIC. CAN HEAR THE MUTTERED "FUCK"S. CAN SMELL THAT CONCRETE DUST. CAN HEAR THAT RACING HEARTBEAT. CAN FEEL THE COLD. ONLY TOO DARK. TOO DARK TO BE NIGHT. TOO DARK TO BE LOCKED IN, EVEN. AM I BLIND? OH NO. NO NO NO NO NO. NO. STAND UP. STAND UP, NOW. NOW. OKAY. HAND TO THE FRONT, WALK. ONE STEP AT A TIME. UNTIL YOU FIND LIGHT. UNTIL THEN, THE SOUND OF ECHOING FOOTSTEPS WILL BE COMPANY.
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