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192 - Write about a recurring dream you've had.
Hot. Cold. Loud. Sharp.
The words echo like the refrain of a song, though if Wesley ever knew the words, he cannot, in that particular moment, recall them. Not that one would blame the man for having trouble concentrating. In the moment Wesley dreams of, he is sitting on a chair-- tied down to it, to be precise. The chair is in a kitchen. The kitchen is in an apartment. The apartment has been broken into and belongs to neither of the people in the kitchen, not the man tied to the chair and not the young woman brandishing the chef's knife as if she were ready to begin deboning a chicken.
( Look back in anger )
(777)
Hot. Cold. Loud. Sharp.
The words echo like the refrain of a song, though if Wesley ever knew the words, he cannot, in that particular moment, recall them. Not that one would blame the man for having trouble concentrating. In the moment Wesley dreams of, he is sitting on a chair-- tied down to it, to be precise. The chair is in a kitchen. The kitchen is in an apartment. The apartment has been broken into and belongs to neither of the people in the kitchen, not the man tied to the chair and not the young woman brandishing the chef's knife as if she were ready to begin deboning a chicken.
( Look back in anger )
(777)
