It was dark outside, the sun no longer fought to peek through the blinds, and the birds no
longer sung. It was quiet and dark, like it usually was, except for the dim lamp illuminating
my face, and the incessant chirping of crickets. I sat there in my seat, waiting. I’m not sure
how long it had been, how long I had been like this, but nothing was going to change, so I
just sat and waited, staring at the cups of molded tea I sipped every so often. Who knows
how long it had been since I ate anything, I couldn’t go to the grocer, and I think my skin
was starting to cling to my bones.
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