Being in a theater reminds me of nostalgic times where I used to attend performances with the orphanage. Those were my favorite days. I used to close my eyes and imagine I were a performer, who everybody looked up to and idolized.
The light casting down from the small window revealed the dust and dirt particles that float in the air. My eyes burn from the 3 days of sleep deprivation. The faint sounds of something so subtle echo through the emptiness of this cave. The pattering of the rain against the top of this building displayed the thinness of the walls and the overall fragility of the building.
I slept uneasily and found myself continuously awaking to more rain and the sharp sounds of thunder. After regaining some alertness and strength I soon made my way over to the Watershed Heights Building. They always say you get wet faster when you run... My clothes are drenched and my hat does nothing more than freeze my head off. The building's AC makes the wetness on my body chill. I find that I have to relieve myself in the nearby restroom I am startled by some sort of cry through this building, it echoes over all the other sounds. A cry so loud it forces me reflect over lost times of agony. Those days have come to an end.
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