it will all make sense in the morning

amonHe woke up and he was no longer human. His mind moved at the speed of strawberry jam, and constructing a sentence took half an hour. “How the hell do you sleep at night?” he finally asked his creator.

“Like this,” said the mad scientist who closed his eyes.

— flash fiction | Tommy Tung —
— artist | unknown —

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  1. It was grape and stay off my fence.

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