LittleShy-956

I decided to have a go a writing. Sort of a hobby of mine I suppose. I suppose I should say that this might not ever be finished. Its something more of like a venting story. The sun rises way above the window, a clear sign that it is way past 1:00 pm. The silence is cut with the sound of rattling from the window ac unit. Slowly but surely a body tosses and turns on the bed, groaning with tired echoes. “Another day of loneliness and misery.” The figure stands up, the sounds of the bed speaking fill the room. The cool breeze in the air feels like a frozen tundra. “That dream, why must it haunt me?” Eyes begin to swell with tears. “Maybe its possible..” the sentence was cut short from a knock on the room door. “its work time!" someone exclaimed behind the door. “I don’t have time to do this today" he reaches for the bottle marked “Fluoxetine” and takes a capsule out. “One for the road I suppose”

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