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Italics are thoughts
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Roger sat on the edge of the windowsill to the loft, mindlessly strumming his guitar. Sunlight dazzled through the windows, but today felt more like it should be cold and rainy. Mark had gone out filming for the day.
After a while, Roger gave up on his guitar, and he set it down on the floor. Coffee…maybe that'll help.
He busied himself for the next ten minutes, making a pot of coffee on the lovely hot-plate Mrs. Cohen had given them a few years before. He poured himself a cup in his favorite ivory-colored mug, and resumed his position on the windowsill.
After taking a few sips, Roger sighed loudly. Is this it? Is this what the rest of my life is going to be? Strumming the guitar and drinking coffee?
They had lost Mimi a year ago, and while the wound had healed a little, it was still there. Mimi had made life interesting, if not worthwhile. While they had broken up a month or two after that fateful Christmas Eve, they had remained close friends, and knew in their hearts they still loved each other. They just thought a relationship caused them too many problems.
After Mimi died, Roger had started using heroin again, to keep his mind off of Mimi. It almost resulted in him killing Mark when he tried to take it away from him. After that episode, Roger realized he needed to stop. Withdrawal is always worse the second time, or at least it was for him, but Mark and Collins kept him going, and he was now clean of six months.
With no Mimi and no heroin, life seemed excruciatingly dull. It was the same routine every day. They would both get up and have a solitary bowl of Cap'n Crunch. Mark would gather up his camera, and mutter a "I'll be back soon." and disappear for the rest of the day. Roger would sit at the windowsill playing his guitar and stare out the window. Mark would come back about 10, they would either go to the Life or order take-out from the Life (if they had money), and then they would go to bed.
Roger needed something. He couldn't put his finger on what it was, but he needed something. He loved his friends, he loved his guitar, and he loved his coffee. But it just didn't seem enough for him. Maybe a new girl? Maybe start up a band? Roger didn't know, but he knew he needed to find something to do before he lost his mind.
He shook his head a little, and stretched and yawned from his sitting position. He hadn't slept well the other night. Roger didn't know why, but he started having recurring dreams of Mimi. They weren't necessarily nightmares, but once he awoke from them, he couldn't get back to sleep.
He sighed and walked to his bedroom, deciding he needed a nap.
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