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Your many eyes blink awake.
You are under some blankets, up against something warm.
The texture is nice.
You stretch a tendril out of the blanket, raising it up high to view your surroundings.
You are in a bedroom.
It's very dark, despite the clock by the bed showing 11:41 AM.
The curtains on the window are very thick, blocking out almost all light.
You like it that way.
It's quiet, too.
The walls are lined with more blankets, cheap rugs, and other various sound-blocking objects.
Posters are hung up along them, instead of being attached to the wall.
A rotating fan in the corner of the room adds low volume white noise. Consistent and calming.
It's been running all night and all morning, though.
The room is chilly, now.
You are still up against something warm.
A black-furred hare sleeps in the bed.
This creature's name is Violet.
You are attached to Violet's shadow.
You know that this is New, somehow, even if you can't remember how things used to be.
But, you feel comfortable where you are.
You do know that.
You are also: Bored.
Violet is still asleep.
You should find something to do.
In the room, you see a computer at a desk, a phone on the nightstand, a videogame console connected to the television in the corner,
and a handheld haphazardly dropped under the bed.
The television also has rabbit ears, so it may have access to local channels.
Lots of options, all electronics. Violet must like those, you think.
You could try to wake Violet up, instead.
It's almost noon, after all.
You just know you need something to entertain yourself, or you won't survive.
You think you had a name before, too,
but you'd like a new one.
You should find an identity, while you're entertaining yourself.
Something nags at you, though.
More than anything,
more than Anything at all,
you know that you need More.
It's a dim pang deep within you.
Ever-present, beyond a want.
You know you'll have to tend to it, when the time comes.
More of what, you aren't sure yet.
You'll figure it out.
Soon enough.
You are under some blankets, up against something warm.
The texture is nice.
You stretch a tendril out of the blanket, raising it up high to view your surroundings.
You are in a bedroom.
It's very dark, despite the clock by the bed showing 11:41 AM.
The curtains on the window are very thick, blocking out almost all light.
You like it that way.
It's quiet, too.
The walls are lined with more blankets, cheap rugs, and other various sound-blocking objects.
Posters are hung up along them, instead of being attached to the wall.
A rotating fan in the corner of the room adds low volume white noise. Consistent and calming.
It's been running all night and all morning, though.
The room is chilly, now.
You are still up against something warm.
A black-furred hare sleeps in the bed.
This creature's name is Violet.
You are attached to Violet's shadow.
You know that this is New, somehow, even if you can't remember how things used to be.
But, you feel comfortable where you are.
You do know that.
You are also: Bored.
Violet is still asleep.
You should find something to do.
In the room, you see a computer at a desk, a phone on the nightstand, a videogame console connected to the television in the corner,
and a handheld haphazardly dropped under the bed.
The television also has rabbit ears, so it may have access to local channels.
Lots of options, all electronics. Violet must like those, you think.
You could try to wake Violet up, instead.
It's almost noon, after all.
You just know you need something to entertain yourself, or you won't survive.
You think you had a name before, too,
but you'd like a new one.
You should find an identity, while you're entertaining yourself.
Something nags at you, though.
More than anything,
more than Anything at all,
you know that you need More.
It's a dim pang deep within you.
Ever-present, beyond a want.
You know you'll have to tend to it, when the time comes.
More of what, you aren't sure yet.
You'll figure it out.
Soon enough.
