He couldn’t help but laugh until his ribs were aching, and his smile too worn already for the night ahead. Michael had lost it - and by that Peter meant his sanity, not just a simple case of sense. “They look like they’re swimming!” He laughed, yanking his hands down onto Peter’s shoulders. The sky looked like a thousand tiny dots swimming in a pool of waves.
I’m a special little snowflake, aren’t I?” He looked up to the stars and the whole world was spinning. He felt a tingling sensation all over his body as if he wasn’t himself as if, somehow, someone had moved into his own body and all he could do was stumble around. He didn’t know why he felt so bad but he never took to these types of things very well. Michael stumbled when Peter called out to him, nearly falling when he did.
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