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have you ever lay in your bed at night? deperately trying to sleep, but somehow unable? something feels missing right? not warmth, you have a blanket and it keeps you quite warm. Its not that you’ve forgotten something, you made sure you did your homework and studys. you even made sure to do your laundry. so what is it thats missing? you lay there. at first for an hour, doing nothing but thinking, trying to figure out whats missing. as the clock on your wall forever ticks, an hour passes by. you decide to stand up and walk around, and see if you can figure it out.
first you walk to your living room and look around. its dark and cold and the moonlight is casting long, unfamaliar shadows through the windows. thinking about whats missing, you glance to the left and then the right. you see nothing that seems out of place. you creep towards your kitchen, thinking you’re hungry. the hallway flashes from dark to light, as you walk in and out of the moonbeans. Suddenly you stop, your heart freezes and the whole world seems to halt. you hear a creaking sound behind you. its soft, muffled, almost as if someone didnt want you to hear them coming. not knowing what to do you sit there like an idiot listening to the sound of that little creaking get closer and closer. tick tock. tick tock. the sound of the grandfather clock in the living room can be heard. but beneath it, you can still hear the creaking of the floor as someone, or something grows near. your mind is racing thinking of all sorts of terrible nightmares. finally you feel a swell of courage and spin around and face into pitch black darkness.
nothing, not your cat, not a monster, just nothing. and thats when it hits you. whats been missing. but you realise its not whats missing, rather its what you have. you have nothing, not friends, not a mother to say i love you, not even a women in your bed. you have nothing but loneliness forever.
