What Country, Friends, is this?
A Drabble for the Twelfth Night
I’m new to this place so strange, I do not know who I am, save for that hour each day when I'm tied into a silver chair. And in that blessed hour, I remember myself, and remember; I chose this.
I chose this, whatever it is (yes, pretending I don't know …). Ok; it is a dream. A dream I have, and am making come true.