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ALT A Lemmie Story, The Day of the Slip

ALT Leaning in from an opened door was Lemmie. Bag-eyed and bushy-tailed, she took a quick whiff of the room as to stuff her nostrils with whatever was cooking in there. It was coffee. Bun’s hotel room would be the victim of Lemmie’s daily “safety check” rounds that morning. Bun’s focused on something, not looking Lemmie’s way, yet.

ALT “Maybe Bun’s experimenting in her room again” mentally squeezing in a disrespectful whistle, Lemmie continued thinking- “Bun in PPE!” Her train of thought departs from her brain and arrives out of her mouth. “Buuun, let’s play–” Distracted by her thoughts and maybe the strange coffee-brewing apparatus of beakers and vials, Lemmie missed the auspicious banana peel at her heel. Bun’s head finally turns from hearing Lemmie slipping, the peel and Lemmie both flying. Lemmie windmills backwards, of course. Her vision swirls, spins, and spirals.

ALT Fade to black. Glitters emerge from it- yes, those are stars. The bigger one’s a moon, probably. The dark hums its usual nocturne. A howl interrupts the flow of white noise surrounding Lemmie as she slowly lifts herself up. She can feel the back of her hand against her eyelashes as she rubs her eyes, and the soft grass under her bum. Forest.