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Cian looked down at the soap in his hand and decided that as long

as he was here, he would clean up He felt grungy He remembered he

had taken to his bed It had see

bed was a familiar place He always knehere he was Even if he

got lost in memory, the bed was safe There was always a voice

whispering to him that the bed was a nice place to be It was better

than eating or being up and about He could just sort of drift away

Cian ain, and

he forgot what he was supposed to do By then his body had become

used to the chill of the pond It was a si to float on his back

and gaze up at the sky

The sky above him was a vibrant blue The puffy white clouds

took on various shapes and fors reminded

him of mathematical equations The shapes could be described