ANOpaqueRoseThatsNA
Junior Member
Emiele Santana | Experiment 0077 |
I feel the fake Muriel and my clone go. Crap, I think. I dash like a madman to the window, climb in, and climb into bed. I wonder if they ever check the beds? Shaking my head, I let my hair free of manipulations. Maybe thinking good things will result in good dreams. Sheep on the ceiling, waves from a lake, a soft rock in a wooden boat..
I feel the fake Muriel and my clone go. Crap, I think. I dash like a madman to the window, climb in, and climb into bed. I wonder if they ever check the beds? Shaking my head, I let my hair free of manipulations. Maybe thinking good things will result in good dreams. Sheep on the ceiling, waves from a lake, a soft rock in a wooden boat..