I distrust my mattress

Part one

''I always think I'll come unstuck in time.
Soon enough these trivial problems won't matter and I can finally float in my personal sea of space.
There are moments where I feel so hollow, where I am floating in space.
If you're in a sea of nothing and nobody knows, are you really there? I don't know. Without Ramsey would I exist. Would he exist if I never met him. No I don't suppose so. ''

"Jesus fuck!" Giselle whispered heavily, loud enough for her dog to start wagging its tail. Giselle often became disconnected from her body, thinking too hard as her mother put it.
Slowly the sight of her ceiling took the panics place and Giselle fell back into a state of consciousness.

Last night played over in her head. Nothing happened of course. She simply thought about how melancholy it was. She ordered Chinese food, bought some box wine, and fell asleep smoking a cigarette out of her window.
Giselle's mother has always smoked; Marlboro's when she first got her paycheck and then Newport's towards the end of the month. Mrs. Candor would smoke in the house letting Giselle become addicted to the sickly sweet smell. Now Giselle only smoked for the nostalgia, one of the dumbest things you can do according to Ramsey.
Ramsey lived in the apartment a floor above Giselle. Every night he sits on his porch to hear Giselle ramble to herself. He thought it was incredible. She disagreed.

Ramsey wakes up at 7am every single day. Then he brushes his teeth, gets dressed, and makes toast, smokes a cig and leaves for work. Like clockwork.

Giselle rolled onto her feet and got dressed. Her sore souls pressed onto the cold wood floor of her San Francisco apartment. Her clothing was passed down from her mother and her aunt. Luckily they were fashionable. Today she'd wear a yellow eyelet dress, red flats and a black sun hat. She flat ironed her long dyed black hair, naturally she was a brunette but black hair showed off her pale features that she held so deep. Blue eyes and freckles things she used to hate but now many admire. Giselle was neither pretty nor ugly, she blended in comfortably.
She worked at the local library, next to a pizza joint her neighbor Ramsey worked at. He'd sometimes bring her pizza on their breaks, if they matched up anyway.

When Giselle got off work she'd drive home in her old dark red Subaru Outback. From there she'd either get high or shower, most of the time both. After she'd walk her dog Noma, a Pitbull Husky mix. Then she'd make dinner and go to bed, repeat the next day.

She wanted to move, she wanted company, she wanted something more.

I'm back
This is just the prologue soon I'll have the traditional povs n wot not
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