Sleeping on Bens holy mattress brings me closer to the ground. Moving slowly twards the warped wood as my reality disapears to an awakening of a dim sunlight.
And the next morning after searching diligently for the hole and patching on up. I woke up to find myself on a cold wood floor surounded by plastic.
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