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easytype.livejournal.com[ the texture of the air feels like water, thick but flowing, muffling the background music that sounds suspiciously like a third-rate orchestra. it annoys him, makes him jump to his feet from where he is seated. it doesn't take a genius to figure out where (what) he was currently situated & him being simon, he figured the figuring-out part was even easier.
he snorts. ]
This is a stupid dream.
[ it kinda feels like the atmosphere of the tubes. the thought makes him a little more nervous, but it was a dream, a dream & that hypothesis is further proven when he turns around to come face-to-face with a glass wall that stretched far & far & far into the depths of this (stupid) dreamscape.
the glass is cool against his fingertips. there are small holes littered consistently across the glass as if it's letting in air onto his side -- or the other. ]
he snorts. ]
This is a stupid dream.
[ it kinda feels like the atmosphere of the tubes. the thought makes him a little more nervous, but it was a dream, a dream & that hypothesis is further proven when he turns around to come face-to-face with a glass wall that stretched far & far & far into the depths of this (stupid) dreamscape.
the glass is cool against his fingertips. there are small holes littered consistently across the glass as if it's letting in air onto his side -- or the other. ]
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Jan. 13th, 2009 09:52 pmstrongtype.livejournal.com[ he recognizes this feeling, this cold mist that coils around his ankles as he slowly comes into awareness. situated on his feet & an arm's length away from the massive bars that extend much beyond the ceiling (if this place had a ceiling) & into the depths that stretched to his right & left.
it was like standing in spotlight in a sense; this little area with himself, the bars, him were the only place that his eyes could see with everywhere else enshrouded in a thick, gray fog.
& he watches, silent like the many other times. watching, being watched, waiting to wake up. ]
it was like standing in spotlight in a sense; this little area with himself, the bars, him were the only place that his eyes could see with everywhere else enshrouded in a thick, gray fog.
& he watches, silent like the many other times. watching, being watched, waiting to wake up. ]
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