Write a Book in a Day 2017

You wake up. Your head feels light, yet it’s very hard to think. As you peel open your eyes everything is white. Where are you? Is this the afterlife? Trying to garner your whereabouts you roll your head limply to the side and through some investigation realize that it rests on a feathery pillow. You try to remember where you are but it evades you. This fuzzy feeling of numbness overtakes you and you relax once again into your slumber forgetting all your troubles. When you come to once again, the doctor hovers over you, inspiring anxiety.

“You we’re quite lucky those campers found you when they did” they say in a soft voice.

You ignore them.

“Where are the children?”

The doctor looks at you blankly, clinically with a small hint of pity - and you know that they are gone. The children are gone, the play is ruined and it’s all your fault.

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