When he opened them, he saw the warm bright sky, shining aloud like it had before, peaceful and serene, without a care of clouds.
Greg found himself on the ground, in front of the bench, lying on his knees, chest and chin.
He saw people walking around, little girls with dollies in their hands, women wearing small heels and vaporous dresses, men dressed casual. All of them had in common one thing, joviality.
Because he didn't care much for the smell of cobblestone, he stood up and cleaned himself up, then looked under the bench and saw nothing there.
After he threw the wrappers from his crepes in the bin, he headed back to the hospital.
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