Watery light drips blur into my eyes. Head is a white hole. Urge to burrow.
The cat is two inches in front of my face. He has successfully conjured me from extreme bathysleep by mere force of gaze. Coma victims would have stood as little chance. Lazarus would be getting up to put food in his bowl. Dead Cthulhu would drag his Great Old One cephalopodian butt from drowned R'lyeh just to let him outside.
That is not dead which can eternal lie. I wish.
The cat is two inches in front of my face. He has successfully conjured me from extreme bathysleep by mere force of gaze. Coma victims would have stood as little chance. Lazarus would be getting up to put food in his bowl. Dead Cthulhu would drag his Great Old One cephalopodian butt from drowned R'lyeh just to let him outside.
That is not dead which can eternal lie. I wish.
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