jchrisobrien | that demon sun (almost there!)

There was something Zen like about the entire morning. Standing in a new apartment, surrounded mostly by silence, carefully watching where I stepped. The roller hisses and whispers across the wall. Sweat drenches my body, and I mean drenches. I've sweated less at workouts. But it all feels good somehow. I stop every so often and review my work, but the walls look solid, even. By the time I need to leave the entrance way is looking sweet. Blank, even, still drying. And if I miss anything, the might legion that stayed behind can touch up.
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I lost another DnD character.
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The incessant car horn won't shut up. It blares on and on and on until angry voices are heard, and it stops. A car revs up and speeds away loudly, driving down our street. And I'm suddenly paralyzed. I'm sure that someone is going to sneak into our house. I have a heavy candle near the bed, it's the heaviest thing I can throw. If I'm lucky it will distract the perp long enough for me to do... something. I tell myself I'm being irrational, and ignore the panic in my body. But isn't it always when you tell yourself nothing's wrong, that something goes wrong?
I lie in silence. Cold clammy air fills the room. My hand steals towards the candle...