2009-11-24 
 

lost

He opened his eyes slowly, like a lead character from a popular drama slowly coming to terms with suddenly strange surroundings, and wondered why it was so hard for him to come up with an original idea.

He spent the next moments of the new day getting ready for work and trying to erase the drama's theme song from his mind. This was made particularly difficult by the fact that though it lasted mere seconds, and was played by no instrument he could identify, the sound managed to echo an anguished yelp slowly escalating in terror. A yelp that too accurately summed up his current mood to be easily dislodged.

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* posted by me at 10:18 PM

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