I jolt awake and sit straight up in my bed. My phone next to me reads 1:56 am. Fuck. I try to remember the last time I got a good nights rest, then I realize... I haven't. Ever since I was 15 years old. Damn, I haven't had a good nights rest in 11 years. I get up and get a book from my bookshelf. I really didn't care which one, because I've read all of them. This time I pick up "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I sat down in my bean bag chair in the corner of my apartment by the T.V. I opened the book and began reading and eventually I fell back asleep to my nightmares.
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