Third Floor Bathroom, Tuesday Morning
Tuesday, June 24th, 2008 09:46 amThere really was nothing like waking up with your face pressed against cold tile floor.
And then seeing clippings of your own hair coating the floor around you.
John sat up quickly, and then groaned because ow, that made his head throb. He rubbed his hand on his head, remembering Dawn and the haircut.
This might be worse than the Nightmares.
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And then seeing clippings of your own hair coating the floor around you.
John sat up quickly, and then groaned because ow, that made his head throb. He rubbed his hand on his head, remembering Dawn and the haircut.
This might be worse than the Nightmares.
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