Awakening
Upon waking up I found myself on the same street although it was somehow different. The cracks on the sidewalk that once consumed me were nowhere to be seen. They were gone leaving a smooth path ahead. The street lights which were once a blur of fluorescent are now warm and homey, and the ripped skin of my head was fully healed. The only proof of its existence was the stains on my collared shirt that I customarily wore to the bar every time I went out. My headache was indescribable. The pain struck in waves. I was barely able to regain my thoughts before the next wave. I’d wasted too much time; I had to get up. Finally able to move I picked myself up and wiped the dust off of my clothes, not that it made me look any more presentable but it was one of the few courtesies I made a habit of. Wincing from the pain of the headache I decided that I should get moving. I stepped onto the now barely familiar sidewalk and walked aimlessly towards a nonexistent destination. With nowhere to call home and no one to confide in, I moved from street to street, avenue to avenue, and boulevard to boulevard. Curiously, I hadn’t seen a single person since I awoke. The only slightly humanoid things I encountered were faceless silhouettes in the distance which rapidly disappeared before I could make anything out about them. I kept walking fruitlessly until suddenly I heard a noise. The sound of music; smooth jazz somewhere in the distance.
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