Wrong Room_A Bird Named Robert_Let Me Have My Time_A Bad Day Gone Well
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Wrong Room
“Are you coming tonight?”I couldn’t believe what was actually happening whwww.onedoor.ccen she barged in and asked me that.There I was, curled up in the calm cosiness of my favourite blanket, dozing off to the background noise from the television in the other room. It was what I did most evenings these days, not long after dinner. There’s nothing quite like drifting off into a slumber when you’ve filled your belly with good food that you enjoy.So, when I was so suddenly and unpleasantly interrupted from that by a being so indescribably unlike anyone else whom I had ever encountered, it threw me into a state...
A Bird Named Robert
A bird flew past the tall window. The therapist’s office was hot.“You had mentioned someone named Robert last session. I apologize that our time ended before we were able to get into it, but regarding that, was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”“Robert? Yeah – I mean, there’s lots I could talk about... Where should I start?”“Well, you had mentioned that you two were friends for some time. How about a memory you have, of the two of you?”“Okay. Sure. Uh… yeah, I have a memory I think’d be good.”The therapist’s office was hot. “We were in my apartment at the time, on the couch. Watch...
Let Me Have My Time
Today was a pretty long day. I just got off of work from doing a ten hour shift and all I can think about is how good my bed feels. I’m so excited that I can taste the sweet victory of lying in my sheets. It’s my comfort. Going out has never really been my thing, so I don’t do it too much. When I’m at home, I’m in my safe place. There’s no one to bother me, or to interrupt me while I’m watching the ID channel. I was planning on catching up on one of my favorite crime shows. I had it all planned out: heating up my leftovers of turkey meatloaf and mashed potatoes with green beans. AND I have som...
A Bad Day Gone Well
“You sure you’re okay doing this?” You look at me, seeming irritated that I’m asking yet again how you feel about coming to my place after work.“Sean, you spent all this time convincing me that you wanted me over, that you needed this. And what, now you’re getting cold feet?”You look at me with your arms crossed and a mock pouty face that I’ve known for so long. “No I’m not getting cold feet!” I hope you can’t see the heat rising in my cheeks. “It’s just….this seems silly. Like kinda cliché, doesn’t it? I’ve known you for so long and I feel comfortable with you….but still I just feel weird.”“...