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Curled up in bed with the warmth of my laptop seeping through the blanket to the bare skin of my legs, I close my eyes and lean back against the headboard, just listening, just feeling.
I was awake at five this morning, with only four hous of sleep under my belt, and at work at seven, to deal with the uncharacteristicly sporadic rushes of customers that came all throughout the morning. Normally Saturdays mean chaos and hell, and almost never having a few free seconds to even sweep up the floor behind the counter. Today it was quieter though, which was a surprise to everyone. Despite the lack of unending chaos, I am still tired.
Now, though, there is something else that is keeping me from falling alseep just yet: there is thunder outside.
It tears through the air like claws through fabric, and the rumble vibrates my bones. Somewhere, Pete is terrified and hiding under a bed, but for once it isn't while he's here at home and can bother me. I can just enjoy the music as it trembles all around me.
I was awake at five this morning, with only four hous of sleep under my belt, and at work at seven, to deal with the uncharacteristicly sporadic rushes of customers that came all throughout the morning. Normally Saturdays mean chaos and hell, and almost never having a few free seconds to even sweep up the floor behind the counter. Today it was quieter though, which was a surprise to everyone. Despite the lack of unending chaos, I am still tired.
Now, though, there is something else that is keeping me from falling alseep just yet: there is thunder outside.
It tears through the air like claws through fabric, and the rumble vibrates my bones. Somewhere, Pete is terrified and hiding under a bed, but for once it isn't while he's here at home and can bother me. I can just enjoy the music as it trembles all around me.