RE: Abducted
09-22-2017, 10:23 PM
A thought pops into your head. You don't know where it came from, but you think of a song; in a frail whisper you sing the chorus to yourself,
"Always look on the bright side of life; always look on the right side of life..." You repeat the chorus over and over again several times, struggling but unable to remember the rest of the lyrics, but it's good enough for now. After a few minutes your tensed body begins to loosen, and you ease your grip on the blankets. "Always look on the bright side of life..." But without warning the robot says to you,
"You -I mean- Subject 77 is ordered to cease making noise at once." In that instant, the shock forces your eyes open; you immediately tense up again, undoing what you worked towards. So much for that, you suppose. You pull the covers over your head.
You spend who knows how long trying to get yourself to fall asleep. Since you have no idea how much time is passing, you aren't really sure if its been minutes or hours since you jumped into the bed, and it agonizes you!
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Somehow, after what feels like forever, you feel yourself begin to drift off to sleep. You welcome the sensation, even though there's no guarantee that you'll wake up in the same place for once.
Images begin to form. What are they?
"Always look on the bright side of life; always look on the right side of life..." You repeat the chorus over and over again several times, struggling but unable to remember the rest of the lyrics, but it's good enough for now. After a few minutes your tensed body begins to loosen, and you ease your grip on the blankets. "Always look on the bright side of life..." But without warning the robot says to you,
"You -I mean- Subject 77 is ordered to cease making noise at once." In that instant, the shock forces your eyes open; you immediately tense up again, undoing what you worked towards. So much for that, you suppose. You pull the covers over your head.
You spend who knows how long trying to get yourself to fall asleep. Since you have no idea how much time is passing, you aren't really sure if its been minutes or hours since you jumped into the bed, and it agonizes you!
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Somehow, after what feels like forever, you feel yourself begin to drift off to sleep. You welcome the sensation, even though there's no guarantee that you'll wake up in the same place for once.
Images begin to form. What are they?
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