Descriptive piece and story
Purpose: To entertain
As his senses returned to him, the world around him was a blur although he could make out the familiar red velvet curtains in the bay window and the polished wooden floor of his $2 million home. His doctor wandered in as he rubbed his eyes and stretched his lanky body.
'My bike?" he queried groggily 'What happened to it?'
'Jon, Jon, Jon, what've you done to yourself this time?'
'M...m...my bike' Jon yawned incoherently, rubbing his tired eyes.
'Your bike's gone Jon, and frankly you should be focusing on more important…
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