For Whoever Is Reading It's been about 5 years since I've been on opus, and now it's opusia. Since then I have learned that opus is the Latin word for a literary work. That's pretty neat. Since I'm on here looking back on my one little opus, I think that I'm going to start writing on here as sort of a journal entry type thing. It will be interesting to see if anyone reads this, and it'll be like sharing my thoughts with the world. Other people and I can get a look at what my emotions look like in writing and whatnot. This should be fun —LB

Asleep Or Dead I was twitching, strapped on a bed with a bright light shining in my eyes. I could feel myself start to foam at the mouth. My fingers were stretching. It felt like they were going to stretch right out of their sockets. My eyes felt like they were going to explode. They were growing bigger and bigger. I was crying out to make the pain stop, although no one could hear me. I turned my head away from the light and saw a dark figure with a whip. On my other side I saw another black figure with a riding crop. Simultaneously, both figures started hitting my legs with their weapons. I felt a stinging, painful sensation and then blood started pouring out of my legs and I was drowning in my own pool of blood. I sank to the bottom of the now blood lake and got sucked into a black hole. I fell from the sky and landed on the beach as a wave washed over my leg wounds. My legs started burning. Above me a seagull flew around in circles. Suddenly it exploded and shards of glass pierced my body. I mysteriously started floating then fell hard on the ground. AND THEN I WOKE UP. To be continued...