Freelance consultant, living somewhere in rural Britain, with a man and a grumpy dog.
The night dawned dark and cold Covered the world in unexpected certainties It shouldn't be raining at the end of the world Not hot fiery death, choking ash from the sky We were all bright with...
I woke up with head pounding and mouth dry. My legs and neck ached and complained loudly about being cramped up all night. I rubbed them vigorously and stretched them out trying to alleviate the pain.
Not an Opuss but a question.
Please note the below is an imagining of a different universe. The opinions below are not mine but of the characters and I certainly do not subscribe to them. That said enjoy.
The hazy fog of dreaming gradually lifted from Sam as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched his limbs.
I don't know why they call it "stool" I certainly wouldn't want to sit on it....
It was a dark,dark night, full of velvety black inky nothingness wrapping your icy limbs and senses in a sinister death shroud.
I spent so much time fighting to be heard, that I have forgotten what it was I was going to say..