Could be a story here. First line:
'When he came back to bed he was already there.'
Watch this space.
A story, essay, lyric or rhyme with no reason almost every day... or at least sometimes, randomly
What would you do if you were suddenly two? Would you think you were dreaming? Would you think you’d gone mad? That you were dead. Would you think ghosts or aliens, body-snatchers? Speculate, perhaps, on a long lost sibling, a twin or… Would you think that it was a prank, an illusion? How would you react to your doppelgänger? Would you be welcoming or hostile? Would you try to kill it, or maybe kill yourself? What would it mean in your life, the chance to escape, maybe leave your double to the debts, the problems, the disappointments… Or would it be the opportunity to double-up? But what would the latter mean? Might you perhaps turn to crime with the perfect alibi? How would it be for the other people in your life?
Could be a story here. First line: 'When he came back to bed he was already there.' Watch this space.
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