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John Clark Monologue

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Have you ever been woken by a very bright light being suddenly shone in your face, like a flashlight? Well if you have you know the sensation isn't a pleasant one, seeing as how your eyes will more than likely be adapted for the dark, thus making the sudden burst of light discomforting, if not somewhat painful. You'll also know that it's a great way to ruin someone's morning and really piss them off if they're the type with a short fuse. I would be the type with a short fuse.

Without even opening my eyes the first thing I had done was toss my spare pillow at the source of the light in hopes that it would simultaneously alert them to my being awake as well as somehow kill them for disturbing my slumber in such a thoughtless manner. Unfortunately, …show more content…

Guess that leaves the nutso portion. LEGIT MAGIC! Yeah, never mind, not sure why I thought to consult THAT part of my consciousness for this situation.

However, that left me without any kind of rational explanation as to what the phenomenon currently occurring not 5 feet away from me was. However, I couldn't help but notice that the pillow I had thrown was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it really is a mini-star and my pillow was incinerated upon making contact with it? No, if it were a brown dwarf it would be, well, brown. Plus I've never even heard of a green star before, now that I thought about it...

Without any better ideas as to what to do, I reached over to my desk, whose side is right up against my bed, grabbed a loose penny and flicked it towards the sphere of light. Much to my surprise, I saw the coin enter the light, but not come out the other side. "The fuck?" I couldn't help but let out an astonished whisper. Was it a wormhole of some kind? Had the copper minted face of Queen Elizabeth II just travelled to the other end of the universe, or to another dimension altogether upon passing the light's Event …show more content…

I was obviously indoors not fifteen seconds ago, but now I could feel the cool air of a light spring ('twas the middle of winter the last time I checked) breeze softly lapping at my flesh in addition to the previously mentioned grass; then I heard

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