A while

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Another note came this time with a question. 

"R U READY?"

He read it out in his head like a WWE announcer, he thought that was funny. Not that he could tell anyone this, like about this joke. Instead he thought about writing it down. 

The note pad he had was covered in sketches of the pictures of his son, and one of his wife. If it came to it he could delete that he thought. 

Was he ready, he didn't know, he assumed about dancing or something. Maybe it was ready to leave maybe it was ready for something else. Anything outside of this fucking room he thought he'd be ready for. 

He looked at the mirror, he wasn't wearing the blue paint yet, usually liked to wake up a bit more before putting that on. He liked how he looked with it, and without it, he liked too how his body was now. He thought his wife would call him handsome and maybe grab his bicep, he could probably lift her now with ease. 

He just wrote with the same pen he'd been writing with and drawing. 

"Yes." 

He didn't know what that would do, would it be instant or would it take awhile. 
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