fff#11

i admittedly kinda cheated because i had to rush. and this is completely unedited.

including block, clock, frock, rock, flock.

i was wearing a frock? i'd never worn a frock before. it was 12sizes too large for me, even the sleeves dragged on the ground; like wearing father's overcoat as a child - i swam in it. and i was running? sweating. and it was freezing. was i running from something or toward it? i tried to tell me legs to stop but they wouldn't listen. immense rock walls surrounded the thin rock road i ran down as far as my eye could see in both directions. the jagged narrow canyon was eerie, curving often and left me feeling terribly claustrophobic. 

turning one tight corner, still frozen, still sweating, i suddenly came to an avalanche of stone blocking my path. i wanted to stop to consider my options, but my legs immediately started me up broken rock. on coated hands and feet i continued up the mountain, dragging this enormous frock as the rocks slid away beneath me. the frock proved extremely heavy making the chore harder than it needed to be. it seemed to consistently get caught and pulled from my body as i ran uphill until it got so caught; sleeve in one hole, tails dragged into another that i literally ran out of it, kicking it from my body as i ran. it was in that moment that i realised the frock had been my only garment leaving me naked to the freeze. i wanted to go back for it after such a realisation, but again, my legs wouldn't allow it. 

banging knee and elbow (among other things) off rock and boulder to the point it drew blood i wondered if it'd ever get to the top and then surprisingly i was there. the canyon walls vanished and my legs stopped. the canyon plateau was nothing but flat brown earth in every direction. i heard what seemed like familiar chirping above me that led my eyes to the sky. there i saw a flock of winged clocks in v-formation. a flock of clocks? i'm either in a salvador dali painting or i'm dreaming, i thought to myself. it turned out to be the latter. i awoke, sheets and pillows strewn about; dreading the reality of the workday ahead of me.