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You awake in the joyful knowledge that it is Saturday. Opening your eyes, you begin to play games with the cracks in the ceiling above your head. Your mind revels in the thought of a day uncluttered by anything that must be done. Thoughts of possible activities flit in and out of your mind. You taste each one like candy, but do not hold onto any idea for too long. You are not ready to commit to any activity yet, but are content to simply ponder the possibilities of how you will spend the precious gift of today.
You imagine the cracks above you to be rivers and roads coursing through a strange landscape. You are an eagle, soaring high up in the air. Your eyes scan the topography below. Something catches your attention. Wind rushes against your face as you swoop down towards the ground. The river flashes in the sunlight. You see people on the road. In the distance is a city.
The ground rushes up to meet you. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut. You still feel the wind. You wait for the impact.
It does not come.
You open your eyes to darkness. Your first thought is that the mattress beneath you has become cold, hard stone. Your second thought is that you will never play with the cracks in your ceiling again. Your third thought is that you are not alone. |
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