I love sleeping. Hell, I even dream about sleeping, while dreaming. It goes that deep.
So imagine my-
-annoyance, when my ex-girlfriend decides to-
-go around doing god knows what at night. It's been like this-
-ever since we broke up three weeks ago.
There's some sort of saying about burying the past or something. Whatever it-
-is, don't ever get into a relationship with the girl living in the apartment above you. No matter how dirty she is.
Okay, next one I'm going to tell her to shut-
Hmm, that one was a little softer... maybe she's finally stopping? Either way, you're digging your own grave if you follow in my footsteps.
I shrugged and rolled to my side, frowning against the hardness. And heat. Didn't the weather report say it was cold this week?
Not even a month ago, she was telling me about giving me all the things I loved.
My voice was... off.
With a sigh, I reluctantly opened my eyes, even knowing that it'd take me forever to fall back asleep if I did — to complete darkness.
I felt around, my heart sinking.