It's almost 3 AM here. The whole house is sleeping. The whole city, even. I couldn't. Not because I was worried, but because my mind somehow felt too fresh to go to sleep just yet.
It's been half an hour since the last car passed outside. I can truly be alone now. I'm sitting in the living room with a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate. There's a pleasant silence, the refrigerator softly buzzing in the kitchen. It's almost magical.
Friday, 3 AM. No one is talking. No one is messaging. No one is watching. No one is fidgeting. No one is online. No one is outside. No one is inside. It's just me and my hot chocolate.
Submitted April 14, 2017 at 06:21AM by FalseDetective77 http://ift.tt/2peVsro Anxiety
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