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I can't exist within my own head.

So I insist on haunting your bed.

The words repeated over and over in my head as I stirred asleep, only instantly to be waken up by them and panting escaping my mouth. In an instant, I ripped the warm duvet off my body and dragged myself along the floor; swinging open the door as eyes tracked me from across the sofa.

"Alright mate?" George asked, turning his head away from the television which was giving off a vibrant yellow colour. "You look as if you've saw a ghost."

I shook my head, looking down at the floor, at my bare feet, as I walked myself over to the fridge -- pulling out a bottle of tequila. "Yeah, G, don't worry." I reasurred him, taking swigs from the bottle, not bothering to grab a glass. 

George just stared, I felt his eyes stalk from behind me. "Mate, if you want to talk I'm here you know."

"I know." 

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