It's midnight, huh?, thought Zoey, laying across the bed. The sheets were ruffled and wrinkled, obviously hinting her attempts to sleep. Multitudes of pillows were scattered everywhere; on the floor, under and on the bed, below the blankets, one on her head, and another between her arms and legs. The room was almost pitch black, almost, because the moon was the one of the two only light source seeping through the window pane.
The other light source was from her alarm clock; that's why she knew the time. She's been watching the numbers morph into others, and she witnessed the digits turn into 12:00 p.m. and so forth.
Her thoughts were crawling back again. She pressed her delicate face against the pillow, arching even more to set herself in a fetal position. Her phone, she grabbed it, and she checked if there were any new messages. There were none. She put it back where it was.
Martin hasn't texted yet, she thought, and it's rare for him not to. He'd usually text me to see if I was Ok, since he was the kind with sheer initiative, but... nothing.
She tried counting sheep, failed, tried counting stars up on the ceiling, was successful, but still, she couldn't sleep. She crawled with all fours and peered through the window. Martin's lights were off, showing no signs of him, or better, no signs of light. Everything was pitch black, aside from the shining moon.
Her heart throbbed and it throbbed fiercely. She could hear the thumps repeatedly playing like a broken record. Like a broken heart. Was it broken? Or was it about to break?
It was inexplicably windy tonight. The sand was brewing a sandstorm of its own.
It's midnight, huh?
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Coincidences
Roman pour AdolescentsMartin Turner just moved to a calm beach town. He has this phenomenon we call coincidence and can't seem to get a hold of it. Then he meets Zoey, a lovingly cute girl, who moves in the same time as he did. Follow Martin and Zoey and read about their...
