Amnesia of a Dreamer

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That night the smell of Chinese food remained in Gavin’s apartment as a consequence for ordering out. Making sure that the Chinese restraint was legit and had better ratings than ChingKongs Restaurant and Dinner, he decided to finish the day out right with delivery that came in practically what had felt like seconds from hitting the end button on the phone after ordering. Gavin placed his empty bowl on the floor and slid his legs up and onto the couch as he rested back on the cushioned arm rest. A few hours ago his walk with Callie had ended bittersweet as he watched her drive into the growing shadows of night, and even though it made him think his life was transforming into a cheesy romance, it caught him off guard to think that it was him to be experiencing it. Shouldn’t the hansom tall man always get the girl? Or the sly blond who always speaks his mind? But not for Gavin who wasn’t even a trace of those things. “Good thing, for my sake.” He answered his own thoughts and closed his eyes, feeling the rush of relief to end this day right with resting on his couch with a full stomach and a full view of the starless sky. A few days ago the moon approached its new stage and now it was completely nonexistent in the sky, not so much a glimmer illuminating Gavin’s almost pitch black living room. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing for when you had experienced a day such as this. With a quick sigh Gavin rolled away from facing the window and stuffed his face deep into the leather of his couch, feeling his breath warm up the surrounding area of his face. It was an alien feeling to feel like to night was going to be a restful night, a night not clouded with nightmares or dreams. Who knows though, he thought pessimistically. There was no... ... middle of paper ... ... red covering the top portion of her arm, reaching almost up to her shoulder. It was sticky. Sticky like what blood would be. Her heart pounded within her chest as she looked over to the man next to her. Fear gripped her throat as she tried to desperately inhale a breath of air, but the sight before her stopped her breathing. Staring wide eyed with duct tape covering his mouth was David and the area around him was deep crimson. His eyes said it all. He was in pain and fear during the last moments of life. A loud scream pierced the atmosphere as she slid of the bed and backed away from the bed with both hands covering her mouth. Some people received room service as a good morning wake up, other people received a kiss to start the day, and some even awoke to their vacation. But what was before her broke the record of worst morning wakeups. She woke up to a dead body.

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