Monday, September 30, 2013


Wake up. The room is silent. Outside there are random cars passing but no noise to speak of. 

You're soaked with sweat, blankets and pillows damp. You're also freezing. Your guts haven't tied themselves into knots yet...but they will. 

You instinctively begin to panic. But lucky you, you clever saved two bags for the morning. They smile at you from the night stand. 

Your body relaxes just at the sight of them. You will sleep a little longer before you shoot up. Sopranos season 3 repeating on the DVD player. 

You'd be better off dead.