Chapter Nine; Fucking insane

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I woke up alone.

Had it all been a dream;A horrible hoax?

I blinked a few times to make sure I was fully awake before I went into the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.

Today I had scheduled to meet with my publisher for my next book, but I didn't feel up to it.

My head was spinning like I had gotten drunk lastnight, and a purple bruise made an appearance on my wrist.

I sucked in a deep breath and went down to have breakfast.

There was a vase of roses in the dining table with a small white note.

"Hope you're feeling much better today mouse."

My heart fell into my stomach as I read the note.

Memories of lastnight flooded my brain.

I'm not fucking crazy. Not at all.

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"Thank you for taking the time out of your day to meet with me August."

I say to my publisher as I handed her a finished copy of my book. 

"No problem Miss.Bailey, I'll make sure to read this before I publish it. Are you thinking of having another book signing for the release?"

I take a breath and sip my margarita.

"Yes. I liked that a lot, but maybe at a bigger venue? The bookstore down the road isn't large enough for 30 or more people.*

I say in a soft tone.

She only nods and stands up, grabbing her coat.

"I'll see you soon Miss.Bailey. Take care."

I nod and watch her exit the building.

I also grab my coat after paying the tab.

And when I got home I was ready for a hot bath.

I soaked in the bath for a long while before I finally decided I needed to do something other than sulk in my own craziness.

Maybe I should write more, write a poem, read a book, watch a movie.

Something other than thinking I'm absolutely insane.

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