In the dark of midnight, he woke. It was eerily quiet as he looked around. Darkness is all that welcomed him tonight, he mumbled a few expletives to himself, rising from his bed. His eyes hadn't adjusted to the vast blackness ahead, and he felt around, thinking that he was at the door. Turns out, he was next to his desk, he felt around for his trumpet, played a quick "doot doot" and set it down, returning to his desperate search for the door. Hopelessly he felt around the air, thinking he would never find the door knob. At last he felt the cold, painted, nickel door knob and twisted it, opening it. Into more blackness he stumbled, taking a right to find himself in the bathroom. He flipped on the light, which was practically a flashbang to the whole house, and shuffled mindlessly forward, until his eyes met the toilet. It was exactly what he was looking for. He dropped his trousers, alleviated himself, and returned to his room. Where he would peacefully slumber until morning.
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Midnight
RandomThis was something that I decided to write in the middle of the night, I doubt I'll work any more on it unless I get a few people who want to see this develop into something.
