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you wake up. it's already dark outside as you peer outside the window. night time is your favorite time, despite your parents nagging you to sleep. after dinner, you had taken a nap. you check the clock, but it's blurry. like you can't read it. you rub your eyes, but it still is blurry- like it purposely is blocked. it's dark, quiet, and a little scary. you check your watch- still blurry. a little hungry, you tiptoe quietly to the kitchen to check the clock there. you get nothing- the clock is gone. so you open the fridge to find something. you settle on some raw cookie dough you had made yesterday.

a few minutes later, you had eaten 4 of the pieces of dough and you were full. you step quietly around, looking for a clock. where are they? the one in the basement- gone. the one in the washing room- gone. the only one left was your parents, but they were sleeping. you sneak to check- but they aren't there. come to think of it, you haven't heard their snores at all. where are they? you check the whole house. gone. one good look at the clock on their nightstand. 0:00, it read. maybe it was broken. you spend a few minutes trying to set it right, but it just won't. you give up and go to bed, hoping this is a dream.

you wake up again- it's still dark. the time is still blurred. you decide to go to the basement, for you are not tired, and also bored. there is a old tv and some vhs tapes with carebear on it, so you insert them in and hop on the couch. the musty scent of the basement fills your nose, and you let yourself relax. night time was your favorite time, after all.

I'm going to be continuing this :)

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