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The darkness was perfect and complete. No light in the corners, no sparks in the distance. And then Jonathan opened his eyes.

Directly in front of him stood a naked man, his hands hanging loosely at his sides. The man was in excellent shape and a smile covered his face. With careful inspection, Jonathan looked over the man’s cheeks and face, noting every pore, every imperfection. There weren’t many.

Jonathan looked over the man’s chin line, the shock of blonde hair hanging loosely in his face, his muscular body. This man was beautiful.

The man spoke.

“I am beautiful.”

He smiled.

Jonathan looked deep into the stranger’s eyes.

“Yes you are.”

Jonathan walked away from the bathroom mirror and into his room. He walked casually through the moderately clean one room apartment. He dressed and left for work.

The drive was the same every day. It was always very sunny, very green, very polite. This didn’t appeal to Jonathan and it didn’t upset him in the least either. The day merely was a day. It didn’t mean anything to him.

Stoplights came and went on the drive. People with happy faces and sad faces passed on either side. The beautiful stores and shops seemed as consistent as clouds in the sky.

Jonathan pulled his blue Ford Focus to a stop in the company parking lot. He got out and walked into the building to his desk. The computer glowed softly, its light as pleasurable to Jonathan as the sun’s rays beyond the window.

He straightened his usual writing utensils. A blue pen, a pencil and post-it notes.
“Perfect,” Jonathan whispered.

Jonathan took a moment. He smiled.

His smile beamed and he leaned back a little, his chair letting out a small squeal at the shift of weight.

Looking over his desk, it seemed everything was in order…and then…

Jonathan felt a memory jar his brain. It was almost like de-ja-vu, but different. Like a familiarity you cannot explain.