I woke up with the feeling that this was my last day on Earth. I couldn't sleep. I needed to finish something and I felt that this would be the last day I could work on it. An awful feeling; why was I convinced of this while I still needed to take care of Cheryl? I wasn't young, but I probably have twenty or thirty more years to live. What could possibly kill me? A lot could kill me; I knew that from experience. I decided to read a little, to see if that'd help. Next thing I knew, I heard Cheryl turning on the TV and pouring cereal. Might as well get up, I can sleep while she's at the mall. "Morning, dad. Did you sleep well?" Cheryl said from the table.
"Yeah, and you?"
"I just passed out after I got home from work, so yeah." Cheryl chuckled a little.
"You're still going to the mall?"
"Yeah, want me to get you something?"
"Just some of those nice envelopes, the ones at that stationary store."
"'kay, dad. Love you!" Cheryl kissed me on the cheek and left. Now, to work. Cheryl needed to know the truth. I opened the notebook I'd been saving for this, just a cheap one from a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Writing at a furious pace, I told Cheryl about Alessa and the first Cheryl.
It's done. I need to keep it with me; I don't want anyone to take it from my cold, dead hands.
I'm a little worried about the formatting of the talking scene, I believe that going to the next line and indenting is right, but I'm not entirely sure. If I am wrong, please tell me.