Of It All

Examine your doodle on the table. What is it of?

Oh crap, you left that out!? You hope nobody saw it. You walk over to your desk and pick it up.



Yikes. This is sorta terrifying. Now you really hope nobody saw it. You slide it under the book to your left. You’ll have to decide how to destroy it later.

take a moment to read something from your stack of books. It's late, but it'll give your brain a reason to calm down and stop thinking about strangers in the park or your stressful home here.

You wouldn’t mind some light reading right now. However all of the books in the corner, along with the one on your desk, are books you have for school. Math, history, economics, and biology. You make a mental note to check out the school library tomorrow and see if they have any good fiction. You don’t work tomorrow, so hopefully you don’t have too much homework. It’s been awhile since you’ve read anything casually.

>Strip and go to bed, see restless dreams.

No point in staying up any later; you’ve got school in six hours. You strip off your hoodie, replace your pants with shorts, put your phone on your dresser, flick off the light, and then you slip under the covers on your bed.

You take a deep breath as you stare at the stucco covered ceiling. You manage to not think about Thomas mainly because you don’t know what to think of him. Other than he’s pretty odd but you think he’s relatively harmless. You hope anyway.

After a few minutes you drift off into sleep.

You awake the next morning to the sound of your alarm. It gently pulls you from your sleep as it’s not very loud and it’s an acoustic instrumental song. You lie there with your eyes still closed for several minutes, just trying to enjoy the last few moments of sleep.

After the song loops three times you know it’s time for you to get up. You open your eyes and reach over to your phone and dismiss the alarm. You sit on the edge of your bed, rubbing at your eyes. You slept all the way through the night.



You stare blankly over at the dresser. You think to yourself how you need to go over there and get dressed for school. However, you just keep sitting on the edge of your bed. Your pillow is singing wonderful songs about how you should rest your head back down and close your eyes. That doing so would be worth the retribution -- not that doing so would be wrong.