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Monday, February 27, 2006

story fer real this time
Lrac woke up with a pounding headache. Thinking he must have had a hangover. Remembering vaquely the events of the past night. Something red? Wine he thought, confidently.

He shuffled to the fridge, glass in hand, as he poured himself some milk something causght his eye, a digital watch, his own in fact. It was nearly 9:00. Suddenly the little numbers seemed fascinating. He started at them for a long time. Finally, as if he had awaken from a trance, he turned his attention back to the milk. It had overflowed and lay puddled at his feet. Ignoring it he walked slowly towards the bathroom. He flicked the switch and the florescent light buzzed on overhead, seeming unsure of itself or perhaps thinking, "Screw this guy I'll come on when I want to", it flicked.

Lrac gaped in horror at his own reflection. So pale. It couldn't be him, no he was tired, he'd been hungover of course he was pale, of course...but he seemed too pale and his eyes! What used to be pale blue there was just a tinge of orange and they seemed so...so inhuman. Like a preditor of some kind.

He went back to the kitchen past the forgotten glass. The milk on the floor had spread to the sink almost. (god he was almost white as milk) By now his socks were soaked. They sloshed and sqweeshed as he moved to the small cramped bedroom. sqweesh...sqweesh...sqweesh.

He changed them quickly and went back to clean up the mess (no use crying over spilt milk).

There was no milk on the counter. None on the floor. There was just an empy jug and a glass. He decided to give it another try, this time with some OJ, when his watch informed him of the time. Six minutes after eleven.

(oh how time flies)
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