Maia Nebula!

The world is sick, but my smile is intact.

Monday, September 17, 2007

Awakenings

I had a dream about going home. People over here were asking me how come I was going back so often as I got ready to leave. But of course, this dream had to end, just the way all of them do.

While regaining consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes, thinking:

"Where am I? Hopefully not Tsuk—ughhhhhhh..."

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