An
oscillation of shoulder joints and eventually he opened his eyes amidst
beautiful valley, surrounded by green-capped mountains, there were couple of
legs, reducing their cortisol production by performing yoga while few rock-headed
fatties unwillingly shaking their bodies. He smoothed his limbs on silken sand,
gave a perfect stretch to his arms, and bent himself into an arc.
“Enough for today, time for breakfast” she stated.
“I have
a company, eh dog!” Words spilled from his half-paralyzed face.
“Height
of hallucination”
“It’s
an Imagination, What is now proved, once only imagined.” He flashed.
And,
I.C.U died into silence again.