“Ouch! I’m going to need my arm at some point you know!”
“Sorry, you’re a heavy sleeper.”
“I am not. And even if I was, there are more polite ways of waking people up other than punching them.”
“Apparently not.” He muttered under his breath.
“I can hear you; you’re sitting two feet away from me.” I hissed.
He was silent.
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Convergence
FantasyAmidst the black surroundings was a flash of green followed by its quick retreat. I sprang up off of the floor and contemplated my sanity. They were there; I saw them. I rushed to my front door and, without a second thought, crossed the threshold an...
