Teatime Before Bed

11:48 AM - 10-03-07

It was Sunday night. The TV was black and white with static, as the short male who lived in the house sat on the brownish-grey couch. He was staring at the TV. His eyes dull and dead-like as he was zoon-out. He sat there thinking. This is how the night before went, and the night before that, and the night before that! It had been a week now of this torture. The male was tired, he would tried to sleep but-

BANG

The sound of the old grandfather clock hitting 12:00 AM ran though the house, snapping the shot male from his thoughts. The male slowly looked at the time.

"12:00 am..." the male said slow and non-life like, but as soon as the words came out his mouth tears started to come. He was stressed and just wanted to fall asleep, and not wake. Time was not his friend. More of his enemy. It teased and tortured him, driving him insane. Time, it played with him like a cat plays with its prey. He sat there crying, hugging himself.

"Oliver.." said a familiar voice. The male looked up seeing his old friend.

"Duke, How are you-" Oliver was cut off by the other male know as Duke handing him a cup of tea.

"Here, it's safe," Duke said with a caring smile.

Oliver couldn't understand. Duke joined the army how was he here.

"Duke, Why are you here?" Oliver asked