viernes, 8 de enero de 2016

The locked room (IV)

He's got a glass on his hand. I drink from the glass... I'm very tired again. I'm going to sleep...

What time is it? My head is hurting again. I'm on the bed, and the room is dark. I can't hear music now. I'm going to turn on the light.


Now I can see. There's a glass on the table. I'm thirsty again... I'm going to drink from the glass... Sleep! I'm going to sl...

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