𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 :
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘥.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 99% 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 1% 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
"𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘦?" 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺.
"𝘕𝘰! 𝘉𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺!" 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.
"𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵?" 𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥.
"𝘔𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘦." 𝘐 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥.
"𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴." 𝘔𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.
"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯." 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥.
"𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺!" 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺.
𝘞𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴.
"𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩? 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳." 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 10 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦.
"𝘔𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦." 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥.
"𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺! 𝘕𝘰, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!" 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶." 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵.
𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.
𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘢, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱.
"𝘕𝘰! 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱!" 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.
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"Sissy!" I woke up in cold sweat.
This happens every midnight, on my birthday.
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