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November 4, 2014
Norbert's flimsy reality.

When he woke the sun had already moved over, and was filling the rooms on the west side of the house. He smiled and thought the room looked nice at day break - everything rose to greet the sun, but he would wait a little while in bed, comfortable, appriciating the opening of the new day. Justina's bra, knickers, and shirt, that she wore some day before, blossomed between the other dirty things mossed on the floor. He was a bear and hibernation was over. He strethed and yawned, high pitched, like a wet finger running over glass.