Entry 22

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Tick, tock, tick, tock.

I could hear my wall clock just on the other side of my room. My room was pitch black with only the moon light glistening through my window.

I lied in bed, unable to fall asleep. Once the noise around you is quiet, all the simple and soft sounds seem to stick out. It was absolutely impossible to have dead silence is what I soon figured out.

The fan circling above my seem interesting when you looked at it. Trying to keep track of a fan blade as it rotated at high speeds.

Once I set my eyes to stare the window,

My house flooded.

The End.

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