Lets play an art game!

В тази игра, някой ще даде начало на история/ снимка/ рисунка и следващия пишещ трябва да довърши историята/напише(или нарисува) нещо по дадената рисунка.
Не е нужно да е хубаво, не е нужно да е дълго, но е готино за трениране на въображението.

artistic freedom is the thing here.

Ето ви и начало на нещо си:


I remember that day when I woke up.
You weren’t really there. Your body was with me, but your mind was floating somewhere far and I couldn’t hope to reach it. I felt the urge to bite your shoulder, my teeth grazed slightly your skin and you smiled at me vacantly. You had these moments – moments in which you spaced out and I didn’t know what you were thinking about. Who you were thinking about.

At this point of my life I was almost sure - it was all imagination, crazy flikers, caused either by exhaustion or too much people around us. You know, I always reminded you how people make me feel nervous - but you wouldn't listen.
But - there was something - those long silent breakfast, and those long evenings, radiated by the TV and burnt to the point of bitternes dinners. You have always been a bad cook, haven't you?

And the next thing I know - you, gone and the little note left on the pillow beside me - BRB.
BRB in how long? A day? A week. That's how I've waited, before calling the police. They didn't know anything. I knew there was a way to find you, I just wasn't sure how.

This was not your voice. I waited for three minutes - but it was not you. Just random train noise.
I'm growing more and more worried. That's why I started this blog. I am going to look for you. It's not even that I miss you anymore - oh, no, I haven't missed you a while before your disappearance. But there is a mystery. And there is my growing tiredness of everything - my middle life crysis, if you like.
Now my backpack is ready. I'm going to Florida to meet an old friend of ours. You might recall his name - Alexander.