Coffee is pretty much my best friend, now.
I drink and use coffee as much as I can, everyday.
Why, you ask?
Because it keeps me from falling asleep.
And if I sleep, there will only be terrible nightmares.
Nightmares of the beheaded boy laying down in my bed, and holding me close.
The worst part is that in my dreams, he is not beheaded.
He is still fully him, every organ in place, every part of skin and bone are still attached.
And that's what kills me the most.
Waking up and realizing it was all a dream and he's gone, forever.
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No Talking, Nor Speaking
Conto"I wish I could talk to you, but it doesn't look like I can anymore." 5/5/15 #10 in short stories
