And so I woke up and I thought it was Thursday but I was wrong. And I thought my name was Amsterdam and again I was wrong. What kind of day was this going to be?
My house was not located in the same place on the block as it had been a few nights ago. It was going to be one of those days. I gazed up at it. It had three extra floors. It had a chimney. And yet it was undeniably my house. There were no clouds in the sky.
I walked to the park which I found to be as it usually is. Except my favorite bench which was covered entirely in pigeons which it never is. I shooed them away, or I tried. They sat, perched on the bench, unmoving. This had never occurred before either. The world is very different today I thought to myself.
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