I feel like an old raincoat lying in a barn that had 5 dead horses on it. Tired and crushed.
Like a lizard’s tongue that got stuck to a bus and stretched a mile long. Good for nothing, but being nothing.
I could do that you know. Be nothing. I’ve been there before… almost. I sort of want to know what it’s like, but it’s not time yet. Dr. Lincoln says it’s not time. I have much to do here and I like to do much. I just don’t like to do most. Most everything is boring and pointless… to me. I know other people find watching football for 10 hours on Sunday and knowing the names of all the baseball players on every team or … whatever. But not me. I like video games and music and that’s it. And pizza and burgers and fries and sometimes steak and chicken nuggets and basically any fast food, but that’s it. My family is cool sometimes, especially my sister. Oh, and Freddie. My one real friend.
But I’m looking around and I don’t see anybody. I don’t see any one thing actually. It’s pitch black. Dark like the bottom of the earth with no sun. I can hear the dripping of the water. I’m in a puddle I think and should be uncomfortable, but I’m not sure if I’m awake or not. I don’t feel wet. I actually don’t feel anything. Hmmm. ‘teresting.
Make It a Good Story 