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He wakes from dreaming and places his feet on the wool floor. He polishes himself off, twists the knob on the door and makes his way outside. The sky is very clear, the air very fresh but he reminds himself that this is just another one of those days. What seemed like 'perfect' was normal to him and what he found terrifying was what was deemed 'normal'. The inherent cynicism in him was never made evident to anybody, he was just an all loving, caring human entity which just went on his daily life. He laughed off peculiarities and smiled at strangers and yet a glimmer of himself was always evident in his eyes. A cheeky silence just broke through and very few people pinpointed that. It was interesting to say the least but he laughed it all off, oh he laughed it off. He still laughs it off, and with good reason