Floyd is monstrous. (rascally) wrote in totheoutside, @ 2014-12-27 10:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | etienne, floyd, part 4 |
Let us go thither
The bed felt lumpy. That was the first thing he thought, stirring from his slumber, rousing from a decadent nights sleep.
His hand moved across the mattress, rested against her hip. "So lumpy." He said, not about her hip of course, but how uncomfortable her mattress had become. It was time to go to Sleepy's, get themselves one of those new fangled Nasa created thermal mattresses.
It was also dark in here. Very dark. He was wearing a cap. Must be early morning. He realized he had to pee and stumbled to the edge and got caught in curtains.... His arms tangled around the thick material and they pulled down with a crash, lighting the room through the bubbly wavy glass - refracted sunlight. The walls were stone. The fireplace lit.
This was no Providence.
Had they gone to Europe, on a tour of haunted castles?
No....he was trying to piece it. They'd been fucking, dying, waiting for the world to end.
Now where were they?
In the maid entered, courtsied, "Good Morrow M'Lord."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"My Lord?" she said, eyes wide....