Sunday, December 3, 2017 (Series 3) (Part Three)

Somewhere I hear the sounds of sirens. It's night and I am in bed. I sit up in bed, dream still fresh on my head, trying to figure out what day it is. each day seems the same when you do nothing all day.


I look at my phone. No reason to have a phone anymore. I have no one to call or text. I'm here alone wondering if these bad dreams will ever end.

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