My eyes part to a stale sun. The air is made toxic from hours of unconscious flatulence and mouth breathing. The taste of previously forgotten cigarettes remain dancing on the back of my throat. I thrash through the cloth bindings in an effort to shut off what can only be described as the wailings of a digital child. I will rest a bit before I give him another shake. The brat’s screams echo within my brain once more. I grab him by the side and correct the behavior. I heave his silent body to the corner of the room, I have no remorse. I rise from my fabric grave and stare blankly at the bathroom door, it’s never felt so far away. I stumble forward like a newborn calf, tripping over old hooves and hides I’ve discarded days before. Each step toward the portal has my back straitening and my shoulders regally aligning themselves back, I am erect. Like a king addressing his peasants, I stand before my throne. I am rigid at first, but then I soften as I express what is to be the first of my actions.
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