I wake up and reprise. From the endless stream of the unknown comes tumbling down a lost young boy. He looks around his new world and he sees a glint, a shimmer, a shine, a shamble and his shame at what's to come.
"What is to come?" the littlest boy asks himself.
He does not know.
Shhhhhhhhh! We shall not tell him today.
:)
It remains fun this way. I promise you that much, on my life.
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