aidan
he wakes up with a pint of melted ice cream and a movie with the credits rolling.
disoriented, he sets the ice cream on his nightstand on a pile of napkins and closes his laptop. his clock reads 4:17.
he dreamt about something last night, but every time he tries to think about it, his brain goes fuzzy and the pieces get jumbled together.
his lips are tingling.
YOU ARE READING
the brain project [1]
Short Story❝ am i supposed to believe that you're not still a dick? ❞ ❝ yes. ❞ ❝ no. ❞ ❝ maybe. ❞
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