2056.04.23.
3:23.
One breath. Two.
Droplets on the steel roof.
One, two, three, four..
Five?
No more droplets. Silence.
Sigh. Dull.
Back to sleep.
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Cynthia, a mere young adult, sentenced to death through isolation. This is simply a brainstormer, since I've been very sick lately and therefore very bored. It might develop into something, it might not. Either way, if you like it, please let me know! <3
3:23.
One breath. Two.
Droplets on the steel roof.
One, two, three, four..
Five?
No more droplets. Silence.
Sigh. Dull.
Back to sleep.