Something, somewhere would tell me how long I
was asleep.
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As I quickened my pace I glanced in store windows but it
seemed that anything that would be able to tell me what time I
was in right now was hidden from view or put away for the
evening. I was becoming frustrated which I knew would lead to
nothing good. I remembered seeing London frustrated one time
when she was making one of her creations. In a fury, she kicked
over her work table and pieces of material, tools, wheels, and
everything else she used had gone flying all over the room.
Thankfully she hadn’t known I had been watching her; that was
the only time she had ever left the door slightly ajar.
I chuckled to myself then thinking of what she would’ve
possibly done to me had she known I was standing there watching
her.
“Watch it,” some man barked at me as we bumped into each
other.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t realized I had just
walked into someone. I didn’t feel any need to reply to him
because I was on a more important mission; to find out how much
time had passed while I slept, so I kept my eyes forward and
glanced around for any tell-tale sign of how long it had been.
After another twenty minutes of walking I came across a
curious cube that held what looked like news stories folded neatly inside. I gave the small door a slight tug and accidentally wound
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up pulling the plastic door completely off the hinge. I looked
around frantically to make sure no one had seen me. It seemed
like beside the one man I had run into I was alone in the street.
Letting out a sigh, I placed the door next to the cube and pulled
out a paper. October 2nd it said.
Closing my eyes, I recited the months to myself trying to
remember the month I had left London in. April. It was April. So
then how long had I been asleep?
April, May, June, July, August, September, October.
There was no way.
I couldn’t have slept for six months.
That left me with less time than I had imagined.
Why hadn’t Morrison thought to wake me up? I couldn’t have
alienated her in the span of a couple of nights, could I?
I felt a surge of what I assumed to be anger. I would never
have left her vulnerable and sleeping for as long as she left me,
alienated or not. In that moment I decided that I could no longer
trust her.
Placing the newspaper back in its little box, I started to walk
toward the center of town. I had no desire to go back to the
factory tonight and I had never been to the center of town.
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It didn’t take me long to reach my destination though I had no
idea what my intentions were of being there. The deeper into the
heart of the town that I walked, the more I noticed droves of
people huddled outside of doors, talking loudly amongst each
other or smoking by themselves.
I was continuing on my way when I noticed one of the
females staring intently at me in the middle of her group of
friends. She had long light pink hair, reminiscent of cotton candy.
Her bangs were cut right above her steel blue-gray eyes and her
oval face held the innocence of a newborn angel. Little golden
key earrings, swayed gently beneath her hair as she swiveled her
head to get a better look at me.
I stopped for just a moment to take her in. She looked almost
radiant in her white dress with a pink floral design generously
smattered about. Her legs seemed to be impossibly long for
someone as small as she was. I noticed her trick when I looked
down at her feet and saw that she was wearing some type of shoes
with a large, curved heel on them.
I had never seen her before but she obviously seemed to have
a very stark interest in me. If she knew what I was I was almost
certain she and her friends would go back inside of their music
and drink filled building and continue their night.
Out of curiosity I decided to head into the building she stood
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in front of staring at me so intently to see if maybe I
was asleep.
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As I quickened my pace I glanced in store windows but it
seemed that anything that would be able to tell me what time I
was in right now was hidden from view or put away for the
evening. I was becoming frustrated which I knew would lead to
nothing good. I remembered seeing London frustrated one time
when she was making one of her creations. In a fury, she kicked
over her work table and pieces of material, tools, wheels, and
everything else she used had gone flying all over the room.
Thankfully she hadn’t known I had been watching her; that was
the only time she had ever left the door slightly ajar.
I chuckled to myself then thinking of what she would’ve
possibly done to me had she known I was standing there watching
her.
“Watch it,” some man barked at me as we bumped into each
other.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t realized I had just
walked into someone. I didn’t feel any need to reply to him
because I was on a more important mission; to find out how much
time had passed while I slept, so I kept my eyes forward and
glanced around for any tell-tale sign of how long it had been.
After another twenty minutes of walking I came across a
curious cube that held what looked like news stories folded neatly inside. I gave the small door a slight tug and accidentally wound
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Unwound
up pulling the plastic door completely off the hinge. I looked
around frantically to make sure no one had seen me. It seemed
like beside the one man I had run into I was alone in the street.
Letting out a sigh, I placed the door next to the cube and pulled
out a paper. October 2nd it said.
Closing my eyes, I recited the months to myself trying to
remember the month I had left London in. April. It was April. So
then how long had I been asleep?
April, May, June, July, August, September, October.
There was no way.
I couldn’t have slept for six months.
That left me with less time than I had imagined.
Why hadn’t Morrison thought to wake me up? I couldn’t have
alienated her in the span of a couple of nights, could I?
I felt a surge of what I assumed to be anger. I would never
have left her vulnerable and sleeping for as long as she left me,
alienated or not. In that moment I decided that I could no longer
trust her.
Placing the newspaper back in its little box, I started to walk
toward the center of town. I had no desire to go back to the
factory tonight and I had never been to the center of town.
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Unwound
It didn’t take me long to reach my destination though I had no
idea what my intentions were of being there. The deeper into the
heart of the town that I walked, the more I noticed droves of
people huddled outside of doors, talking loudly amongst each
other or smoking by themselves.
I was continuing on my way when I noticed one of the
females staring intently at me in the middle of her group of
friends. She had long light pink hair, reminiscent of cotton candy.
Her bangs were cut right above her steel blue-gray eyes and her
oval face held the innocence of a newborn angel. Little golden
key earrings, swayed gently beneath her hair as she swiveled her
head to get a better look at me.
I stopped for just a moment to take her in. She looked almost
radiant in her white dress with a pink floral design generously
smattered about. Her legs seemed to be impossibly long for
someone as small as she was. I noticed her trick when I looked
down at her feet and saw that she was wearing some type of shoes
with a large, curved heel on them.
I had never seen her before but she obviously seemed to have
a very stark interest in me. If she knew what I was I was almost
certain she and her friends would go back inside of their music
and drink filled building and continue their night.
Out of curiosity I decided to head into the building she stood
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in front of staring at me so intently to see if maybe I
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