Gloaming

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Kenya's point of view
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I wake up to nothing.

I just wake up.

There is no sunlight, or birds chirping.

It's just night.

Night all day long.

And I've lost all sense of time.

I sleep when I need too.

I turn my body to see mark on the bed to my left, fast asleep.

I slowly get up and tip toe to the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror.

I look almost the same.

My eyes are puffy, my hair is tasseled, and my face is grungy.

But that's not what catches my attention.

What catch's my attention is my belly.

It's large and bulky.

I look like I had just ate a feast.

Except it wasn't a food baby, it was a real baby.

I stare at the bump for what feels like an hour.

I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that there is a little person in my tummy.

I then hear 3 knocks on the bathroom door, they startled me, resulting in me jumping.

"Yes?" I say.

"It's mark, we need to shower and get dressed for breakfast." He says "apparently they have scheduled breakfast here."

"Okay! Let me pee in peace!" I yell, although I wasn't peeing, I was railing against my baby bump.

I quickly rush over to the toilet and flush it.

I then speed walked back to the sink area and turned on the faucet.

I left it going for a few seconds, wasting water carelessly.

I then shut it off and walk out of the crusty bathroom, and sure enough, I was right, Mark was standing right outside the bathroom.

I throw myself onto my bed and sigh.

I hear Mark turn on the water.

It's kinda relieving to hear that noise again.

I'm almost knotted in the sound of running water when I hear a knock on the door.

I slowly drag myself to the dark wooden door.

I open it with a creak and see Cynthia there, but she looks different.

Her hair is completely sawed off.

All that's on her head is a short pixie cut.

I smile at her.

It looks good, but not as good as her long hair.

"Hey, We have to go to the cafeteria or whatever, they are assigning jobs.." she says and rolls her eyes

"Alright" I say, I then slam the door on her face, taking her by surprise.

Mark gets out of the shower, his hair messy and scruffy, his abs awfully present, and nothing but a towel around his waist.

I run over to him and kiss him, our lips touching.

His lips on mine.

He kisses me back and places his hand on my cheek.

We kiss for what seems like forever, and I'm grateful for it, but I don't know why.