It's so warm.. I can feel my body relaxing and my mind slowing down to an ease. What a relief for this day to be finally over. It's so comfortable.. even the sheets scent relaxes me. I could stay here forever, and forever be happy. Except. Damn it, I can hear the faucet running. That's going to bother me. I don't know what bothers me more actually the stupid faucet or what Eric did today, that still runs in my mind over and over again and of course that one night I'll never forget. I wish that night never happened if so, maybe things would be different now. Okay, I know they would be, but still why'd it have to be Eric of all people. It just..
I now notice the the hall light is also on, I can't sleep with any lights on either. I just want to clear my head of everything and go to sleep, I don't like thinking for to long. Or thinking at all practically but as humans we can't help it. It's so natural and can't be helped it disgust me.
I rip off the blankets knowing I'll have to get up soon to shut the lights off and the faucet. My body shivers with chills all over from the sudden change.
You know I don't really admire dreaming either. I mean, I can have nice dreams sometimes but with that comes the chance or having nightmares and same thing goes for thinking. You can think of happy thoughts that make you want to smile but with that you take the risks of letting your fears sneak in and devour that happiness, letting them and your worries control you.
I hear the faucet slowly come to a stop and soon followed by the light being turned off and the house is once again in it's peaceful state. I pull the covers back over me in relief as my mind gathers it's self back up. Out of relief of staying in my bed I sigh, with everything's going on I would have never been able to sleep. Of course I don't worry of how those things were on at 12 in the morning as long as their off now and I can finally get some rest. Yet I guess the last thing I'll think about tonight is how they were turned off. I mean, I live alone.
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