Grays floated behind your eyes imitating colors of reds, pink, purples, and oranges. A soft nudge on your shoulder made the colors swirl together, like those silly crayon molds you played with when you were a kid. The last thing you remember was the utter silence when everything turned black, then awoke to the soft blow of the heater rattling some sort of spare piece of metal that was too far out of reach. Someone had woken you from your rest. You had to survive another day of complete normality. Letting out an annoyed groan you swing your legs over the side of your bed, heals kicking the metal before empty space. Your eyes open wide, eyebrows knitting together. Your bias is standing right next to you, nose an inch away from yours. Your breath stops as he....
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