A white, thick fog suddenly obscured his vision, a deep, smoky aroma being all that he could smell. He could hear a high pitched humming from a distance, which seemed to get closer and closer.
He attempted to move, but he couldn't, he couldn't see anything besides the fog, or a eel anything besides the fog, or her anything besides the humming that wa inches away from his ears, so loud that he felt like his head was going to burst any second.
Then it all stopped, everything was replaced with blackness, and the smell of purfume consumed him. He felt at peace.
Then there was a flash.
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Aurora woke up on a cold, wet, Monday morning, rubbing her eyes and slapping her screaming alarm clock off.
Aurora Aurora then...
Mon Jul 18 19:11:39 2016