Planet Tedium

It had been seven years. Physically, Donald had never been in better shape. He ran laps around the kitchen five times daily, did sit-ups and push-ups before every meal.

It was mealtime now. Donald held the pan beneath the front window and collected the nondescript cafeteria run-off from the school on the hill. He maneuvered across the slanted floor, which felt steeper than usual, into the kitchen to stir the slurry, when the cabin was rocked by another avalanche.

When he awoke, the front door was open. For the first time in seven years, warm sunlight touched his face.

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Title by: Anonymous
Story by: Nick

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