pipe bomb dream 2

The morning. The room has one window. He gets up. The carpet is green. Used to be. There is a door. Another room. A kitchen. Smells. Someone making eggs. "Good morning," she says. There is a smile in her voice. She likes him. She’s not mad. "Good morning," Silas says. There is blood in his head. Throwing itself back and forth. "I made us breakfast," she says. Us, she says. He mimics her. Smiling. Happy about breakfast. "You shouldn't have." He returns the pleasantry. He accepts the […]

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