And your reflection is staring back.
The straitjacket is new though, and yet it's already torn. So is the unruly red hair.
Though I told you to smile, this smile doesn't even fit on your face, it's unnerving.
And your eyes, looking at them is giving me a headache.
I'm beginning to think this isn't your reflection at all.
This won't do. No, no, no, this won't do at all.
Brace yourself for a weird question. I hope you'll never have to understand why I've asked it.
ReplyDeleteWere there any flowers in this nightmare?
He's never been one for flowers, and he has no friends that would send him them, so to find them on his doorstep the next day was rather strange. He thought so as well.
DeleteSo, that's a yes?
DeleteYes good sir, that is a yes.
ReplyDeleteMay I ask who is speaking?
DeleteI am.
DeleteThird person perspective in the comments. Are you the person who wrote this post?
DeleteYou're a rather curious one, aren't you? I'll tell you that I am the one who wrote this post. He had nothing to do with it. Before you ask again, no. I can't tell you who is speaking, he'd love to know just who I am. But it's no fun if he has all of the answers before the show has even begun.
DeleteUnderstood, I think.
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