002 Dystopia

[Out of bed in 1.63 seconds!]

10 minutes, 1.63 seconds ago I was in some sort of dystopia. I had caused mass-riots and total hysteria by revealing to the public that the clouds in the sky were fake. The sky was orange, the streets were lit, and thousands stood below me. I then leapt from the building I was atop of to find myself in a bass heavy, neon-lit, drug overdoes club.

I found Wendy tucked away from the chaos, and sitting on a red love seat in the corner. Her hair was black, her lips were red, and her face was slightly hidden under the black vail from her hat. She was crying.

So noir.

I cuddled up to her and we shared a cigarette. then I began-

[Out of bed in 1.63 seconds and face first into my desk!]

I sat on the floor with my face in my right hand. My left ear was buried into the carpet that smelt of my feet. I needed to vacuum today. My eyes were still closed. All I could see were red lips, and I swore I could still taste that cigarette.