There's gift I've ever received has to be a bike when I was younger, a pedal bike.

It was a sort of slick little road bike and I remember it was all like it was so it was all wrapped up

but it was so obvious what it was obviously because nothing shaped like a bike and I had a little ribbon on it and I was so

I guess. For that was a life changer and I'm still sort of big on cycling around my area now so for that one change me a little.

Joy in every sip with red cups now back at Starbucks.

Journal entry number four of subject six.

While tidying up my room there wasn't much else to do with the faces all gone.

I happened to catch a glimpse of something in the floor through its light.

It had been almost blinding to look at me hours since the seeming source light was strengthened.

Without eyelids I had to face the faceless walls while sleeping.

For a second I caught sight of something in that ultra luminous depth.

An object of some kind vaguely round maybe 20 or 30 feet deep.

Far below the surface of the floor I had never really regarded it as a transparent or translucent thing

that I was viewed as a solid surface from which lights up how I made it.

But I knew then he had to realize of something that undoubtedly that the floor was merely a transparent level

beneath which existed something else.

But I can only see the unknown object from a specific perspective just beneath Greg's spot on the wall.

Standing here facing the wall with my back flat as flat as it can be to a curved surface against the wall

and looking at an angle of about 60 degrees from my feet I could see within the floor the object

moving anywhere else obscured it in the harsh light.

I tried to visibly focus on it also forced me to focus on the light which subsequently made it harder to see the object.

It was confounding, frustrating.

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