Då var det dags igen. Vissa människor fastnar i knarket, andra i the Hoffs afro. Själv står jag där, upp till knäna i drabble-kvicksanden. Här kommer nästa stora lilla episka berättelse.

A Good Night's Sleep
The irony was overwhelming.

When they told him they were moving, he had replied that he couldn't wait to get older so he could decide for himself where to live.

Like most twelve year olds, he ultimately had no say in the matter and off they went. It was a long journey, even at near lightspeed.

As he awoke from his cryogenic slumber, he heard his mother hysterically repeat something about a cryo-chamber malfunction. The mirror handed to him by the medical droid instantly revealed what the hysteria was about.

Looking back at him was a sixty-seven year old man.


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