I'd wake up at seven am to the wallpaper again, after a full night of sleep, feeling rested for once. It'd be warm, naturally, and the room would smell like- What? Soap, I guess. Maybe chlorine. Mint and - What else is it they use? Something. Something nice.
Maybe I'd wake up cool. I'd have a job to do. I'd work with them for once.
Better yet I'd be at the resort with Matt. God, wouldn't that be grand? Our first trip. We'd be up and awake early, have beignets- Fuck, yes, so many beignets! How do you spell that? I don't care. It'd be amazing and warm and my legs wouldn't hurt, and we'd go off to Hollywood Studios and I'd inexplicably know people and we'd ride all the rides and see all the things.
We'd go to Epcot and he'd have to drink Beverly- And I'd laugh at him because it tastes bad. We'd buy all sorts of candy and food, go to Mars- Hell, maybe I'd have a ring on my finger and two kids would be along with us laughing at him because, again, Beverly is awful. It'd be fun. Whimsical. And we'd have all sorts of pictures and memories and we'd be there until one in the morning- And we'd skip to the Magic Kingdom, and watch fireworks with small, sleepy people, and we'd all find a little belief in magic.
That sounds nice.
All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you.
But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.
-Richard Adams, Watership Down.
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