You Feel Exhausted, You Want To Sleep, But You Can't. You Can't Seem To Remember To As Of Why You Feel So Tired. Nor To Why You Feel So, Alone. Alone. All Alone.
You Feel So Warm Yet So Empty. You Can't Think Of Why You're So Sad. You Think And Think, But Can't Remember Why. You Sit Up Quickly. "What's That?", You Ask. You Can Hear The Faint Noise Again. You Don't Know What It Is, But It's Not Static.
You Look Around, You See Nothing But The Tv, Still A White Screen. You Feel Like Everything's Repeating Itself. You Feel Like Everything's Repeating Itself.
YOU ARE READING
Static
Short StoryOn A Wednesday Afternoon You Decide To Watch Some Tv. Soon Enough, It Goes From Simply Sitting And Watching, To Wishing You Paid More Attention.
