Yes, This Is The Lighthouse

Near lighthouse too

Very beautiful

The photo was taken under the bridge

An hour after we saw that cloud, it began to rain very heavily

This cloud looks like Nudibranchia

If you’re ever lucky enough to see a platypus, chances are it’ll be merely a glance.

Check out this little platypus sunning itself at Tindbinbilla, ACT

Maybe Stanley actually does need to sleep but the runs never lasted long enough for The Narrator to know.

Then one run gets quite long and Stanley yawns. The Narrator thinks Stanley is bored with this ending and starts telling him off. Stanley of course quickly starts trying to “tell” The Narrator that no he isnt bored please calm down. So they keep going and Stanley gets more and more tired. But he doesnt want to upset The Narrator. He knows how sensitive he can be about his story. So Stanley just tries to push through. After all he wont fill tired anymore after a reset. They just gonna finish this run. Maybe its the ultra deluxe convention (i think thats what its called) so its a pretty long one.

The Narrator is going on and on about it and Stanley is trying very hard to listen. He starts wobbling a bit while walking. His vision is getting blurry. Oh what was the Narrator saying? He cant focus on it.

Then PLOP. He just passes out then and there. Freaks The Narrator out pretty bad. Stanleys not getting up. Sure the man has tripped before but normally gets up pretty quickly. Not like this. Hes just laying there. Unresponsive. This isnt funny Stanley. This little prank you are playing isnt going to work… Stanley? Oh god what if Stanley just died?? But how?? Nothing in this walk could harm him?? The Narrator is looking closer and sees Stanley is still breathing at least. Letting out a breath he didnt know he was holding he starts to get a closer look at Stanley. What if he hit his head to hard after all. Maybe he should reset.

Then he sees the bags under Stanleys eyes. How long has he had those? Now really looking he can see how exhausted Stanley looks. Hmmm. Well laying here face down on the floor isnt gonna do the man any good so The Narrator resets anyway.

When Stanley jolts up right at his desk The Narrator gives him a moment to get his bearings back. Watching closer now at how Stanley is reacting. He can notice the bags still slightly under Stanleys eyes. He can see how tired the man really looks still even though he reset. Odd.

“Stanley?” He jumps slightly. Then looks up confused. “Sorry but are your.. tired?” Stanleys eyes go wide as he too realises hes still feeling tired. That last run really stuck to him. Holding his head in his hand he nods slightly. “Well thats just not right? You shouldnt be able to get tired. Not to mention i just reset so you should have reset too. Now this is did not put jnto the game. I mean honestly what kind of game would it be if the main character had to sleep. In this setting of all his coworkers missing! it sees a little out of place. How little must the character care for their coworkers for them to stop on the way to their bosses office to nap. Really how…” clearly gone in a rant and Stanley is hardly able to keep his eyes open.

Still he goes. Shakily he gets up from his chair and starts to make his way out of his office. Hes hardly even able to focus on The Narrators rant as he uses the door frame to steady himself. Really why is he still so tired. It just doesnt make sense to him at all. Hes been a bit tired before sure. But that always went away with the resets and its never been this bad.

“Stanley?” When he hears his name he can sorta focus and looks up to where he think The Narrator might be watching. “Are you um.. doing ok? You have just been standing there for a few minutes.” Oh had he? Well the confused look on his face isnt helping The Narrators worry at all. “Maybe we should reset again? Though that didnt do much last time did it. Hmm” a moment of silence passes between them but Stanley slightly jolts when The Narrator speaks up again “Maybe you should sleep for a moment? The sofa in the break room might be large enough for you to lay down comfortably. That is if you think you can make it that far. You look like you could tumble over again in any second.” And it was true. Stanley felt like he could collapse right here and the floor did look so comfortable but no The Narrator had a point. The floor would do him no good. So he nodded and slowly made his way to the breakroom. Luck had been on his side as he only stumbled once on his trip too. The Narrator stayed silent almost the whole way but when he did speak Stanley could tell he was trying to be soft about it. Which Stanley greatly appreciated.

Once he reached the room he could already tell some slight changes. For one the lights had been dimmed and there was a small blanket and pillow on the sofa. “While i cant really make you a bed jn here i can change a few things i suppose. Hopefully the sofa there is comfortable.” Stanley looks up at the Narrator trying to convey his thanks which ofcourse The Narrator understood. Stanley made his way over to the sofa and promptly plopped over onto it. The moment his head hit the pillow he was out cold. The blanket lay half hazardly across his back. Finally able to get his first real sleep since stuck in the Parable.

Though the Narrator waiting nervously for Stanley to wake up. After all he couldnt voice it since he saw how bad Stanley was getting but he was very afraid of being left alone while Stanley slept. And knowing the man he knew Stanley would have tried to fight off sleep to keep him company. So he now sits alone with his thoughts till Stanley wakes up. After about an hour he started to spiral of course. At the three hour mark he couldnt take it anymore and just went down and sat on the floor next to the sofa to wait for Stanley to wake up. At least now he knew he wants alone. And from here he could hear Stanley breath. With his back to the sofa he too soon was asleep.

The Parable was left silent as finally they both got some well deserved rest.

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