How can this be an ELA thing? Its like the best story ever personally!
I don't want to go there. It's the last place I'd want to end up, but that's where I always end up anyway. Only, it's not me talking to the pink flamingo, but someone who looks the part down to the finest detail, except that he's evil. I'm hiding in the shadows, watching it all unfold. The flamingo speaks. He can speak here. He says...
"Mirrors are more fun than television."
That's 'Mirrors are more fun than television'. Somehow I know this, just don't ask me how. And I - not me, my double - nods and smirks at this, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. And then something goes wrong, and they both know I'm there, hiding behind them, and they turn to look at me with cold eyes. And the flamingo speaks again. But I have no idea what it says. And that's when I always wake up to myself screaming, in a brightly lit, white hospital room, strapped to my bed.
