Staring at the moniter, I have nothing else to do. Well, maybe I do. Bed. But the thought of fighting with the sheets and punching my pillows doesn’t sound comforting. Not now, not ever. Besides, the bed would just win the fight…
I stare at the clock on the screen in front of me. 1:00am. Time sure flies…when you’re all alone. Yes all alone. Even my mind has deserted me. Now where was I? oh yes.
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The annoying sound of the neighbors ratty car trying to start woke me up. Hmhmm I don’t remember falling asleep. I blink up at the moniter that wakes up as well as I nudge the mouse. I glance at the words typed on the screen. Somewhere between the last sentence and this morning, my mind must have returned. I yawned as I frowned, muttering curses at the stupid car next door. I hit the backspace key till the screen was blank, then I crawled into my bed. No fighting awaited me, just down feathers & cold sheets…I’m not alone now.