Bell-20771_CELL
That's my Wi-Fi password lol.
If you're reading this sure you can use it . Only if you can find where I live.
All right, moving on.
Sci-fi stuff is really cool but you know what's cooler when the science is actually accurate . It would be cool if I could write something accurate but I can't write anything accurate so today I'm gonna talk about sleeping and dreams.
Man is the main character of my story. I use a man as my main character just in case anyone thinks I'm doing self inserted stuff and I am doing self insert so the change and gender makes it less obvious.
Remy veut mourir.
He was here today. Staring at the window pane. The warmth of the summer day had fogged up the pane of glass with instantaneous grime. The soot came from no where.
It appeared to be nothing more than the reckless debris of chewed up matter. That matter was likely to be poop. That was because Remy lived right beside a chocolate factory.
It was a local secret that all the exported chocolate was not chocolate. In fact, it was dog poop made into the shape of a chocolate bar. The only chocolate the factory produced was reserved for the locals. Remy exhaled. He could still remember the time when he tasted that first bar of authentic chocolate from this factory.
