The phone rang for the tenth time. A slow and sweet music was playing on the other side. No words.
The tempo got slower, and slower, with every new ringing. I thought, at first, that my friends were playing some pranks on me. Though, I realized that everything surrounding me was restrained also.
I went to bed. I couldn't sleep. I was restless.
The next morning, I was edgy. Sleep-deprived, I started to hear the music all around me.
Another night, agitated. I became pixilated.
Then, this morning, the tenth ringing. I listened out of habit.
Through the hole, I followed the dead rabbit...
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