{"sf1_id":685982,"sf2_id":"znJ6pBnk","title":"Walking Around","author":"Vye Riosaki","words":416,"posted_at":"2014-03-29T07:46:00.000Z","tags":["Abstract","Dream","Rain","Sleeping"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/685982-walking-around","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJ6pBnk","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5f/a1/5fa1502b-21df-485b-b99c-92fd8e0c00da","description":"#7 of My Brain Must Work\n\nMade this when I was bored and without the internetz. Here you go!","content":"The light boils down to a point where I find a penny. I take it and walk along to see that I find myself in a room. It has dust floating about and I have no idea why I'm there. I try remember, but it is for naught. So, I shrug and go on about my business.\n\nI look around at this technicolor landscape, enjoying my humming and the bees and birds flit about my surroundings. With a spring in my step, I walk towards an inviting looking tree and I walk towards it.\n\nI lay down and read a book with no sense. It was about a person reading a book about a person reading a book. \"This Is...\" is the title of this book, or so I presume. I throw book into a trash can and get out of my bed. I look out a window and see a squirrel running away from the rain.\n\nI smile and get ready and walk outside in my coat and hat, thinking it is a beautiful day. I walk through the falling water and look around me. A fog has risen and is blocking out most of what I see. I feel a bit content.\n\nThe sound of the rain continues to drone on, as if Nature decided to listen to some white noise. I tune out and think of something, but I know that I was thinking. I feel the cold dampness press onto my head and shoulders. I roll my neck.\n\nSatisfied with my walk, I turn around and step into my house. It is very dry, but I feel rather wet. I complain to the mirror. It doesn't reply to my complaint. I scoff.\n\nSo, I head to my room and drop into my bed. The sheets are now wet and smell like a wet dog. I frown at this and scolded my reflection for not keeping my things dry. As always, it never replies.\n\nAfter a brief nap, I wake up and look out the window. I see the sun setting. I tilt my head a little. What? I shake my head and look again. Wait, it's rising. I sigh and think why I keep walking and getting wet. I frown. Oh well. I guess I'm just forgetful or something. I smile and look around.\n\nThere is no one.\n\nI hate the fact that it seems so right. So I fall asleep once more and head for a walk, knowing it would rain.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"My Brain Must Work","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/607862-a-tale-of-fall.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/764654-croxymoronology-idiotus-hummus.json"}}