Saturday 4 May 2013

Memoirs of this Delusional Writer #22

Starting paragraph
The alarm went off. A music drive that I had recently changed in order to get up. There was no other way, if it was the same tone—hell, mono tones were worse. The tone slammed into the dream of a world that wasn’t mine. It played, just puffed into the dream without me knowing how, or why. Without me realised that it shouldn’t have been there in the first place. But I couldn’t turn it off. It just sat there, singing annoyingly. The notes to a song I once loved.
Depressive Survival (Me) opening line