They've disguised the pile as a sleeping form. Still it's not you. The chill, the grayness, the pallor fill the box and spill out into the room smelling like flowers, their heavy perfume stifling and intoxicating, flowers full of sunshine. Before they close the lid, they place yellow blossoms in the hands of the sleeping form. For a brief moment it is you and The sunshine touches you.
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