You wake up. You… You don’t remember… Who is that man, you think. He is in white. The Man in White wears always white. He injects you with a greenish fluid with a syringe. “Goodnight,” he says. You do not know what emotions are behind that statement. You cannot know. You slowly float into the peaceful Realm of Unconsciousness. There are no confusing Men in White there, only you and your Thoughts
You are dreaming. Dreaming about your past. You remember… A person. The person was… Special. You liked the person. You don’t remember their features, gender, or anything… You sl
You wake up. You… You don’t remember… Who is that man, you think. He is in white. The Man in White wears always white. He injects you with a greenish fluid with a syringe. “Goodnight,” he says. You do not know what emotions are behind that statement. You cannot know. You slowly float into the peaceful Realm of Unconsciousness. There are no confusing Men in White there, only you and your Thoughts
You are dreaming. Dreaming about your past. You remember… A person. The person was… Special. You liked the person. You don’t remember their features, gender, or anything… You sl