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Glasen is a simple being.
He sleeps, he eats, he works and he feels.
But he has been avoiding sleep lately, his dreams were weird, sometimes it feels like he's floating in a void, sometimes it was a piece of long forgotten memory
He once dreamt of dancing with a person in pink ( bold, hot pink, calshing with his green hues), othertime, he dreamt of playing games with a short being in black, and he dreamt of being held oh so lovingly by a person in blue
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He knows these people, doesn't he? He knows his dreams are made up from long, forgotten memories
Was it weird that he doesn't remember their faces, their names or his relationship with them?
He doesn't hear the music, it sounded like static to his ears ("Its a little song i made, for each and every dance, each song is special and its own way" They said), he doesn't remember what games he and the small one were playing ("Its my favorite, we should totally play it together!" gho said), and why was it so oddly intimate, the way the person in blue held him ("i love you so very much, my dearest" they whispered softly into his ears)
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Its time for him to rest, he would have a busy day tomorow.
He has to help guests (why can't they just read the fucking boards for goodness' sake, ITS RIGHT THERE.), questions to answer (if they read the damn policies, i wouldn't have any questions to answer) and beings to keep away from his shop. (he doesn't want ghoulster to leave in all honesty, he doesn't know what came over him to yell at gho like that.)
Goodnight.