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*when he woke up from his long nap the sun was setting. The golden rays and vibrant color of the skys filled his eyes as he looked from his bed out the window. He looked at the peacefulness of the out side worled and looked at his leg. He felt it and wondered if his akilles tendon was cut but decides to pick the scabs of the back of his leg. The wounds pick and fleshy still waiting to be healed from thime. He picked others some revealing new skin and others just the pink flesh. The wounds were deep but not to deep and were able to heal with out stiching. He leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at the flood. and saw a little mouse scamper by its pink tail whiping wildly behind. He layed on his bed and listened to the now gathering crickets and looked at the cieling in deep thought about his life.*