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I thought he was turned into an agent far from the simplicities of college and lives living here. I thought that the FBI or something insane like that took him far from me and made him show me that I didn't need him for my sake. I thought that the world would never stop spinning..............

I awoke with a start seeing that it was just the noise from the T.V. that I'd fallen asleep during another stupid marathon of COPS and that yet again the theme song was strung in my head for days. " bad boys what you gonna do when they come for you" I quickly grabbed my phone of the table and saw that it was just 134 am. Usually is how it rolls. I can't sleep so I snap a quick excedrin pm and hope for the silent treatment on myself in the coming moments. It never lasts as long as it should. I snap the T.V., get out of bed and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Slowly I stare at this insane curly hair everywhere, and colored a mess. I know I'd been asleep for at least 5 hours but I didn't have to be up for work until the light had risen and normal people had arisen. I turned the shower on hot, hotter than I should and undressed to step into the steam. I stood there right outside the touch of the burning water and I breathed in the hot steam letting me know that I was alive to feel the warmth. I reached one hand out to touch the water, asking myself if I could just ease in and feel for the water to turn myself to a hot liquid ready to roll down the drain and onto another avenue of strangeness. It didn't work. I eased into the water hands first, over my head letting the water melt my messy hair down my neck and around my ears. I took the water on with eyes closed mouth open feeling the warmth attack my coldness, feeling it make me turn raw.

I stood there forever just wondering when I'd be cold again, but it didn't happen. I showered like most of the population should and grabbed a warmed by the steam towel on the way out of the shower. I stood looking into the mirror as it fogged back up from my steaming skin. I opened the door feeling the warmth come away from me instantly and walked to my closet. I had a long day ahead of me. It was now 330 am, I was getting better at drawing the time out longer.

I found a nice long sleeved shirt, and a simple Flogging Molly shirt to go over the top. I grabbed my newly found petite jeans, have to love being short. I went back to the bathroom and dried my hair off more with my towel, almost dog like in my actions to get all the water off of my head. I stood in front of the mirror combing the mess of hair. I turned on the hairdryer and hoped the neighbors downstairs and upstairs didn't hear that I was up at 4am drying my hair. I took out my straightener with my free hand and turned it on. I felt like being the other me today. Straight edged and smooth. I applied all my hair products and made my apartment smell like a mix of chemicals and gummy bears. Simply me. I walked to the T.V. and turned the news onto the background. I started a giant pot of coffee and continued a simple morning ritual. I'd gotten used to not sleeping. The simple reality that I no long allowed myself the simple human responsibilities of sleeping. Eventually it caught up with me, but today it was not something I was fighting. If I went back to sleep, I'd just wake again, making my body or mind feel worst than it did sometimes so I just drew out the morning rituals of getting dressed. Simple for me really. It paid to live alone, no one understood nor even knew that for me, simple processes were never that simple.

My phone rang. I let it go to voice mail. No one calls this early. But inside I wasn't ready for my ears to listen to fellow people interaction. I stood over the phone as it vibrated on the counter again making it impossible for me to ignore. It didn't read a number, it was withheld, private, not for me to know. I didn't answer again. Then a text message appeared also blocked. All it said was," Do you ever sleep anymore?" I didn't bother to click it open, send back open messages are not my cup of tea. Instead I did an erase all and turned the phone back to silent. I wasn't ready to listen to people, I had all day to work with students and clients, I was not willing to let myself subject to reality until 7am. It was barely even 5am and I was ready to hit the world running. Okay after I finished my coffee. That first the rest of the world must wait until then. I even turned my phone over and upside down so I didn't have to see the glow of it. That's when I heard a knock at the door and I knew today was going to be an irritating day. One who could this be? Two why were they here? Three it's 5am go away! and four I hadn't even had a chance to smell let alone take a sip from my first cup of coffee this better be important!

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I thought he was turned into an agent far from the simplicities of college and lives living here. I thought that the FBI or something insane like that took him far from me and made him show me that I didn't need him for my sake. I thought that the world would never stop spinning..............

I awoke with a start seeing that it was just the noise from the T.V. that I'd fallen asleep during another stupid marathon of COPS and that yet again the theme song was strung in my head for days. " bad boys what you gonna do when they come for you" I quickly grabbed my phone of the table and saw that it was just 134 am. Usually is how it rolls. I can't sleep so I snap a quick excedrin pm and hope for the silent treatment on myself in the coming moments. It never lasts as long as it should. I snap the T.V., get out of bed and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Slowly I stare at this insane curly hair everywhere, and colored a mess. I know I'd been asleep for at least 5 hours but I didn't have to be up for work until the light had risen and normal people had arisen. I turned the shower on hot, hotter than I should and undressed to step into the steam. I stood there right outside the touch of the burning water and I breathed in the hot steam letting me know that I was alive to feel the warmth. I reached one hand out to touch the water, asking myself if I could just ease in and feel for the water to turn myself to a hot liquid ready to roll down the drain and onto another avenue of strangeness. It didn't work. I eased into the water hands first, over my head letting the water melt my messy hair down my neck and around my ears. I took the water on with eyes closed mouth open feeling the warmth attack my coldness, feeling it make me turn raw.

I stood there forever just wondering when I'd be cold again, but it didn't happen. I showered like most of the population should and grabbed a warmed by the steam towel on the way out of the shower. I stood looking into the mirror as it fogged back up from my steaming skin. I opened the door feeling the warmth come away from me instantly and walked to my closet. I had a long day ahead of me. It was now 330 am, I was getting better at drawing the time out longer.

I found a nice long sleeved shirt, and a simple Flogging Molly shirt to go over the top. I grabbed my newly found petite jeans, have to love being short. I went back to the bathroom and dried my hair off more with my towel, almost dog like in my actions to get all the water off of my head. I stood in front of the mirror combing the mess of hair. I turned on the hairdryer and hoped the neighbors downstairs and upstairs didn't hear that I was up at 4am drying my hair. I took out my straightener with my free hand and turned it on. I felt like being the other me today. Straight edged and smooth. I applied all my hair products and made my apartment smell like a mix of chemicals and gummy bears. Simply me. I walked to the T.V. and turned the news onto the background. I started a giant pot of coffee and continued a simple morning ritual. I'd gotten used to not sleeping. The simple reality that I no long allowed myself the simple human responsibilities of sleeping. Eventually it caught up with me, but today it was not something I was fighting. If I went back to sleep, I'd just wake again, making my body or mind feel worst than it did sometimes so I just drew out the morning rituals of getting dressed. Simple for me really. It paid to live alone, no one understood nor even knew that for me, simple processes were never that simple.

My phone rang. I let it go to voice mail. No one calls this early. But inside I wasn't ready for my ears to listen to fellow people interaction. I stood over the phone as it vibrated on the counter again making it impossible for me to ignore. It didn't read a number, it was withheld, private, not for me to know. I didn't answer again. Then a text message appeared also blocked. All it said was," Do you ever sleep anymore?" I didn't bother to click it open, send back open messages are not my cup of tea. Instead I did an erase all and turned the phone back to silent. I wasn't ready to listen to people, I had all day to work with students and clients, I was not willing to let myself subject to reality until 7am. It was barely even 5am and I was ready to hit the world running. Okay after I finished my coffee. That first the rest of the world must wait until then. I even turned my phone over and upside down so I didn't have to see the glow of it. That's when I heard a knock at the door and I knew today was going to be an irritating day. One who could this be? Two why were they here? Three it's 5am go away! and four I hadn't even had a chance to smell let alone take a sip from my first cup of coffee this better be important!