Every Night, Until The Next Day

This happens every night.

I get that chill down my spine and I feel like I’m not alone. I get that image in my head with me lying on the couch like I am, just looking at the static on the TV, and him standing there, silently watching me.

I push the image out of my head and instinctively turn my head to the side. All I see is the darkness of 3:43AM coating my living room. Even though he is not there…even though I cannot see him, he is still there.

I get up to brush my teeth, wash my face, and actually get some sleep. I stifle a scream when I look at my reflection in the mirror.

Looking into my own eyes through the mirror is like looking at a rotting corpse.

I need sleep…

I try to look away from my own half-dead gaze, but I can’t.

I can’t sleep. He’ll be there….

I check my voice mail and I here her voice:

“Hey, call me back tomorrow I might be able to hang out. Bye.” I know she’s smiling through the phone.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face and I dream of my next day being spend with her.

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