one foot after another, the floorboards creaking after everystep. i tried to stay silent and unnoticable, but that would not of worked with the constant sqeak.
when i reached the bedroom, i sighed in relief. coming home late is never a good thing.
i shut the door lightly and tip toed to the bed, throwing off my shoes when i sat down.
i was wasted, dizzy, and tired. my mind was jumbled.
i placed my head on my pillow and sighed, noticing the window was not open.
closed window equals no sleep. no sleep equals horrible hangover.
i groaned as i stood up once again, every bone in my body popping.
again, one foot after the other. blackness surrounding me.
it was a short walk to the window. i grasped the handle and pulled it up, it making a sqeaking noise. i groaned again, the sound was too loud.
once more, one foot after the other back to the bed. i laid down, my head aching.
i closed my eyes.
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