Layed down on the cool comfortable sheets, soft like cloud and filled marshmallows.
I looked around in the familiar room. Surrounded by the tokens of memories.
Filling the syringe, I looked at him " My eyes closed, I had felt the room started to spin. As it all goes black and I'm already fallen into a deep sleep.
"What are you guys waiting for? Hurry! You bastards, bring all of my equipment to the lab"
"But Doctor Pastel, what kind......." He had just left the room. He was on his way to room seven on floor A.
When a young lady caught his attention by the elevator. He looked at her, "What floor are you going?"
"Floor D" as she answer him. She made a confused face. "I'm going to floor A."
When elevator door open, she gave him a friendly smile. "Lady's first" He gave her a grin. They both walk.
She looked at him. He raised his voice a little, "like I said." He pushed button for her and smiled.
The door closed, then it was quite. The elevator was going up in his mind.
Cosmic awareness is what he find. The door opens, "bye Katie. "Bye" as she walked out.
He pressed the button that said floor A. The door close, and down he went. When the doors open, he turn left.
Three doors ahead was room seven called the control room. The control room is when the non-different scientist control the different dreams.
He went in the control room. He sat in his metropole leather love seat. In front of his Microsoft surface pro three, twelve point three touchscreen laptop.
The laptop was already on. When Dr. Pastel was sending messages to her brain to play in her sleep.
[Message: Darkness and fog -play three minutes. Dr. Pastel voice -play two minutes. The kids and the teachers hides in fear -plays three hours. The babe appears from fog and grab Chris -plays three hours in fifty five minutes.]
It's dark and smoky... A fog floating against me with force that it's takes me with it. I could barley balance with it. There's no ground, I'm drifting with the fog. I started having this feeling.
That feeling inside, discomfort dissipates. all sudden I had heard a voice, "Memories are wounds infected with melancholy." I made a confused face. Then, pop goes the wheezle. The whole thing just faded into a class room. Everything were black and white. "Turn to page thirty six.
The title of the chapter we will be learning about is called The French Revolution. Now..... What things have you already know?" The teacher asked. I look around the room, three had their hand raised. the teacher looked at Jason, "Jason."
"Bloody Sunday happen in the French Revolution." Some kids laugh and giggled. "That's a very good answer, but no." the teacher said with a stare. Some how the French Revolution sounds familiar to me.
Preston was weaving his hand back and force. The teacher said his name. You could tell he was relieved. " French Revolution began in 1789 with the meeting of the States General in May.
On July 14 of that same year, the Bastille was stormed: in October, Louis XVI and the Royal Family were removed from Versailles to Paris. The King attempted, unsuccessfully, to flee Paris for Varennes in June 1791.
A Legislative Assembly sat from October 1791 until September 1792, when, in the face of
the advance of the allied armies of Austria, Holland, Prussia, and Sardinia." Everybody gave their full attention to him.
"OK OK that's enough!"the teacher asked, "How do you know that?" "Books and movies, mostly books." "Class what you had just heard from Preston is true and basically he just told you the summary of our chapter unit.
Turn to the next page, it's the first section." I tilted my head towards the window on the left. Right from an instant the weather had change from being sunny to cloudy sky's . I could see the darkness spreading.
The fog was coming in from the window. There was a voice that said, "come closure." Once the children saw the fog. They were screaming and hollering. Some jumped on to their desk and others ran to the hallways, I did too.
While the school alarm was going off. When I was jogging in the hallways. It gotten bluer as I went. My head started to hurt. I had slip and landed on the ground. Then crawled into the closes room and passed out. That voice said, "wake" eleven times.
I saw a hand reaching for me. My hand grab his hand, his was soft and firm. He bend down and said, "Memories are wounds infected with melancholy" and kissed me. Then I open my eyes.]
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I Am Only Human
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