Dream Post #2
The room is smoky. However, it doesn't seem to be coming from the cigarette he's holding in his hand. It's coming from somewhere else. A voice speaks. Deep and rumbling.
"You know."
He looks up but sees nothing.
"Weaker. You know."
He closes his eyes and sighs before opening them again.
"You sense."
"Yes."
[He wakes up and runs his fingers through his hair.]
"You know."
He looks up but sees nothing.
"Weaker. You know."
He closes his eyes and sighs before opening them again.
"You sense."
"Yes."
[He wakes up and runs his fingers through his hair.]