The donkey and I went deeper and deeper into my subconscious like the wheels of a child's toy car in shag carpet, impossibly tangled and unable to be freed without the assistance of scissors.
Watch your step over that simile. It's dense.
Then someone called out a name. Was it my name? I didn't recognize him but he seemed to know me. He called out again.
Hey Blue! Blue! Wait up! What's with the fancy get-up?
I'm...searching for my memory...or rather memories.
He raised an eyebrow like a garage door opening, smiled like a baby passing gas, and then spoke again.
So you don't remember anything, huh? Well you can trust me, pal. I was your best friend, see? I can help you.
Man, that'd be great. I could really use a friend right now. Plus, I'm running out of similes.
