I sit here, typing. The only light able to shine on me is the light of the computer. Where am I? I glance over at the television behind me, the Disney Channel is on. The unfamiliar sound of the clicking of the keyboard soothes me. The feeling in this room is that of a home. A home that is not my own. But I belong.
The walls are covered with Jonas Brothers posters. Tons, and tons, of Jonas Brothers posters. Am I in a five-year old's heaven? No. I'm in the room of my best friend. A chill runs through my spine. Night always freezes my skin. The unfamiliar shadows lurk behind me. Almost teasing me.
I can hear the water running in the room across. I can hear the computer i'm working on wheezing it's last breaths. These are the sound of a home that is not my own.
It's 12:15 A.M. I do not feel lonely. I feel welcomed... loved, even. It feels like home. And for one second, I almost forget that the love of my life is south of me. I almost forget that I miss him. Almost.
The walls are covered with Jonas Brothers posters. Tons, and tons, of Jonas Brothers posters. Am I in a five-year old's heaven? No. I'm in the room of my best friend. A chill runs through my spine. Night always freezes my skin. The unfamiliar shadows lurk behind me. Almost teasing me.
I can hear the water running in the room across. I can hear the computer i'm working on wheezing it's last breaths. These are the sound of a home that is not my own.
It's 12:15 A.M. I do not feel lonely. I feel welcomed... loved, even. It feels like home. And for one second, I almost forget that the love of my life is south of me. I almost forget that I miss him. Almost.
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