Chapter I
Based on a daydream I had that freaked me out. Boo ya.

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No one is watching.
My head hums and the back of my lids show me a greater darkness. Trying to ease my breathing, the slow intakes of breath do not remind me of the shore.
I want to remember.
Swaying to a side, my shoulder is pushed by the passing people.
No one is watching and I’ve dozed off.
Half a block near my stop was close enough. I pulled on a plastic yellow cord that ran along the wall, and at the head of the bus, a sign lit up, reading ‘Stop Requested’. Taking not e of it and the little ring that followed, the driver slowed the bus to a stop at the empty bench on the sidewalk. Without a goodbye to the strangers on the bus, I left it.

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A averagely small man about the ages of 23-26 came into the café’ in a business suit, but nothing in either hand.
Hair cropped short for a parted professional style and a rigid nose, led to believe he was a man of means. The chestnut hair was a strange contrast to his features and color. With a tint of bronze and high cheek bones, the man would seem as a very distant relative of a prominent Indian tribe. He held the door for the incoming crowd of 2pm and said nothing when only one of them said thank you. That one, being a toddler, dragged along by a caffeine starved mother.
His head bowed to a side, he watched the people go in, waiting for the lines to end.

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On to chapter 2! Woot!
-Purpleriho