stressed I woke up tense. I could feel the damp, cold sweat from last night's shower running down my cheeks as i arose, still half asleep and covered up by my layer of blank sheets."Yoshii. You are asleep and I am your cloud." I heard a voice inside my head and it confused me such as a live face-plant would confuse a viewer.
I grew tired of the damp of my bedroom and the darkness that allows the multiple bloches of fungi to crawl through my caravan walls. And as i crawled out of bed- hardly caring to think of the broken glass on the floor I scraped my knees and wrists as i slowly but effectively crawled into the lounge. I rubbed my eyes with my bloody wrists and my wrists glowed from the glare of the windows. "MAIL, MA'AM COME GET YA MAIL." The Greedy and Devious Postman abrutly stomped on my caravan waiting for my attendance. "Ughh..." I Replied. "Aw'rite, Ma'am, if ya gunna bay stubbun, Ya can jus' fah-ge' ya mayel." Normally, I would get up, walk over to him and kick his a** off my lawn. But, since i was suffering major cuts, bruzes and other problems, I just let him leave. "You Shouldn't Have Been Stubborn, You Know."
That's The End of this textisode of Syntheria: The Series.
---Syntheria #2: The Meeting Coming Soon!---
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