Little did I know how it would all turn out…
A shy glimpse, a wondrous gasp.
An explosion of surreal, drunken shadowed beacons.
Me, surrounded by a shyly lighting, velvet smog.
Aghast with anticipation, slowly raising my heavy arms to the source.
Clanking sputters deafen my senses.
Floating in the cloud of unconsciousness, of lazy reactions,
desperately extending my hand, my tremolous fingers.
Eyelids stutteringly opening, letting in blurred, biased visions.
The infernal, malevolent, malignant, dark alarm stops.
Time to wake up.
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