.without the sun.

[bunnykillsman]

In the morning, a hornet buzzes through the window invading my dreamspace. I hear the sound of it from cataclysm and anarchy and a parade with a pink convertible and bloodstains. I throw a book, or a pair of underwear, or a shoe, I can't remember, in the direction of the noise, but it only intensifies as it moves closer to my bed. It is summer--as

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[darua]

what is your job?

[bunnykillsman]

I work at a Residential Care Facility for clients with Developmental Disabilities.