The Item changes
#4 of prompts
Hey heres my part of the items story, I wanted to show him after a few years. I think I might keep righting this with Tanuskidoodles approval of course. so you know pretty please.
I like the sun rise.
The way it glimmers up shining.
It makes everything look brighter.
Thats the key. Thats the trick. Its in the contrast.
Even in a dingy gray concrete yard,
A place that by all rights is hot and empty in the day,
Cold and unforgiving in the night.
It looks like a much calmer place in that hour long window in the morning.
When you notice the small weeds that can survive in the cracked parts of the harsh, hard fake ground. Even in this place you can feel the sun. Even in this place there is always a note of freedom. My mind is fading away that I know. Its splitting off from the body leaving a peace of itself to do whats needed. Its an odd feeling to be broken in two like that. Its only in the morning when I am whole.
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When the sun rises I can take stock of me,
One I'm outside.
Two I'm in new cloths.
Three I've been washed.
Four there are no new injuries today.
Five the collars still there although its been loosened slightly.
Six I am crying.
Seven there is a man beside me.
Already I feel myself slipping, from all I have gleamed I must have a new owner. He seems to be kind, he's talking softly, what he's saying must be very important to him. We will see how long my collar stays loosened and his voice stays soft. I hear him say how sorry he is, how he loves me, must be a first timer. There all sorry at first. I think this as I break away from my body.
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I wake up in my bed rising slowly, I raise a paw and feel my face as I yawn. I note how damp my fur is under my eyes I wonder what I was dreaming about. Oh well. I look over to my alarm clock it reads 12:32 pm. SHIT. I bolt out of bed, run to my closet to get dressed. I raise my paw to my face again as I realize its my day off. "Silly me" I mumble to myself.
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I spend most of my day lounging around, eating, my friend marlene calls saying something about she wishes she could help me, how sorry she is that I'm stuck there. She's of course talking about this new game I bought called Prince of Assassins, the name is god awful but the game is a good. Kind of challenging, starting off really easy until about 20 or so hours in when you get kidnapped then you lose all your gear and the rules for how to play change completely. I tell her to be patient everything takes time and if I fail there is always tomorrow. She sounds really excited by this, saying you haven't talked like this in years. I tell her I have to go and hang up.
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I look out the window its completely dark outside, I feel tired so very, very, tired.
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I like the sun rise.
The way it glimmers up shining.
It makes everything look brighter.
Thats the key. Thats the trick. Its in the contrast.