Blood Blacker Than Ink

Sweet Home (2)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Warning a spice is coming up~~~~~~~~~~~~

WHEN I SAID THIS TOWN IS RAINY, I WASN'T KIDDING.

Potter-patter thumbs against Narvora's windowsill as she sleeps peacefully in her bed. The sound is soothing and calm, relaxing her muscles as she sleeps peacefully.

"BEEP", "BEEP", "BEE-." Cutting off the alarm clock, a hand emerges from a fort of warm blankets followed by an annoying grunt, "Shut up." Turning around in her covers, finding a spot fitting for her tired body. Another annoying grunt comes from her mouth, the sunlight hit her face from the crack of the curtains.

Turning around again, with a groan, she repositions her body to go deeper into the darkness of the covers. Finally finding the spot she's been looking for blindly. With a satisfying sign, her body willed her back to sleep.

It hasn't been two minutes, more like five seconds when her bed starts shaking violently. Loud sounds coming from different directions but coming from the bed. Louder and louder, as the second went by. Bright lights, glow underneath the mattress, blinking off and on. Blankets, pillows, falling off the bed with no choice to the floor.

Poor Navora didn't know what the hell to do, other than let her body shake violently with the bed. Her body glided, as she was tossed and turned forcefully across the bed.  Screams were heard from her bedroom, spreading throughout the house. Anyone who walked past her house would surely call the cops upon her death scream.

Navora hit the floor with a thump, "ah fuck!" She didn't have carpet floors, but hardwood floors. She prefers hardwood floors to carpet because it's easy to clean. Carpet is not, you spell something on a carpet it's hard to get it up. hardwood? you just swipe, mop, and you're done. but at this moment, you rather have a carpet. Or even a rug, that'll be nice.

Acknowledging the pain coming from your back you let out a hiss, "This is too early in the morning." You grumbled under your breath, about the crazy bed and being too early. You could have speared you heard a laugh. That fucker thinks this is a joke! "Keep laughing asshole imma drip your dick off" I threaten out loudly with calm and sweetness.

You waited for a remark but didn't receive one. Even if you didn't hear him laugh, this bed was a joke just to piss you off with laughs and giggles. The bed had stopped shaking but left a mess behind, looking around, you looked at all the beddings on the floor, "seriously man, this is too early! what time is it anyway?" Slowly you got up, rubbing your butt with a low hiss. You look around for the clock, finding it beside the bedstand, "2:30 am," He's a dead man.

After trying to end David's life for the 15th time today, he finally apologizes for the bed even though you don't believe him. He still wore that fucking smirk on his face afterward, he said he'll buy me another bed, but I'm picking it out and tracking it.

By the time we got done it was, 4:40 am, "I'm going to take a little nape. Turn that thing off." Going up the steps you stop walking and looked him in the eye, "I want the remote." Going back up the steps, you waited to receive the remote and go back to sleep.