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Rewind.

Rewind.

You wake up and realize that you have just bashed the ancient, cuckoo-crying alarm clock into bits with your somehow iron-clad fist.

You wake up and realize that the metallic things whizzing past your window was a getaway hovercar, with eight police hovercars hot in pursuit.

You wake up and realize that mp3 players are obsolete; that they are so early twenties.

You wake up and realize that you are going to be really sick, upon making the mistake of looking out the window of your 292nd floor apartment unit due to your bad case of acrophobia.

You wake up and realize that the cousins you used to play with are now sixty years old.

You wake up and realize that your nephew is working long nights to bring food on the table for his two adorable sons.

You wake up and realize that thirty long years had somehow gone past like a rush in the wind.

You wake up and realize that you are now fifty two years old.

I do not know how I would feel by then.

But I have not been dreaming of electric sheeps.

On another note, I lost my long fringe after a miscommunication at the hairdresser’s. Sigh.

On air now: How to be Dead, Snow Patrol

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