He hated this reality the moment he awoke in it.
Sitting on the curb, waiting for the taxi. His thoughts pondered back to the past few days. The sky was blue, there was no hint of pollution anywhere, and everyone greeted each other with a nice hello.
His clothes where bright and pressed, his t-shirt declared nothing at all. He didn't know what he was supposed to do here, or why he had been brought here in the first place. The birds chirped sweetly, the sun always rose, the mornings were always cool.
And the whole freaking landscape was just suburbia. He wanted to go back to what he knew; to him this was alien. Maybe tomorrow.
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