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He missed his apartment.
It may have been viewed as a kindness on Clementine's part, and Cyrus would never hold it against her, but he almost wished she'd just kept him in his bottle. Being used to freedom just made being enclosed within his bottle torturous again.
At least he had a better view this time. Instead of a busy street, his bottle was laying half buried in the sand on the beach. The sunsets were rather beautiful over the water. Still, he wished he could be walking along the shore, toes in the sand and letting the water rush around his legs.
With a sigh, Cyrus laid back against the cushions and let the waves lull him to sleep. All he had to do was wait.
It may have been viewed as a kindness on Clementine's part, and Cyrus would never hold it against her, but he almost wished she'd just kept him in his bottle. Being used to freedom just made being enclosed within his bottle torturous again.
At least he had a better view this time. Instead of a busy street, his bottle was laying half buried in the sand on the beach. The sunsets were rather beautiful over the water. Still, he wished he could be walking along the shore, toes in the sand and letting the water rush around his legs.
With a sigh, Cyrus laid back against the cushions and let the waves lull him to sleep. All he had to do was wait.
