+ flosapex.
   { oscar's been awake for more    than fifty three hours. he keeps    thinking the door's going to unlock    while he sleeps and armed men will    barge into his home, point a gun to    his head and pull the trigger to paint    the walls with his brains.
           needless to say, he doesn't            get much sleep. anymore.
   so when he sees a flash of bright    blonde hair sweep in front of his hazy,    depleted green eyes -- he thinks it's    a trick. a mirage of the mind, so to speak.    though, he finds himself staring, and can't    will his gaze to break away from the girl    with the blonde hair and the pretty little    sundress. }
