Sleeper

A dagger, a hazy hallway, and a half-remembered dream wafted into notice.

Dialogue III

“So what are you really doing here?”

~ tales from a mysterious, melancholy, and meaningful forest

The old man walked up the steps in rumination.

“So what is your new year’s resolution?”

Three men sat at a table in a dingy bunker of a room.

The plan was to play some games, as always.

Where is all of the potential?

So you aren’t going to sell me this thing, because you don’t like me?

Again, she whisked herself away on the words of another.