megsydoodle
The digital clock silently ticked away the seconds. As she looked to her left, saw past the dusty morning sunlight, and recognized the hazy numbers through her sleep-deprived eyes. It was time. Time to start the day. Time to wake up and come back to reality.
The woven basket, so delicately perched on the table, held in it two dozen apples. These apples were the most ravishingly green apples known to man. When Donald saw said apples, he knew from the start he had to hide them from the world, selfishly, for himself.
However you look at it, life is uncertain.
You may perceive the clouds in the sky as fluffy white wisps of nothingness,
but how are you not as sure that they are not marsh mellows?
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