I know I should be working on what you want me to, but I couldn't help myself. I wrote this yesterday and have only now decided to type it.
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It is 6am this time. I haven't slept the entire night. What better to do than to write another story? This time I'll start with being unable to sleep. Brilliant! Sometimes I even amaze myself (sarcasm). This girl is normal though so it's the middle of the night.
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This was not working. She didn't care if she was supposed to be asleep. She couldn't just will herself to be asleep. That was ridiculous. You couldn't will yourself to lose consciousness because the very act of willing yourself to do something would require you to be awake.
Ugh. Her ribs and the front of her legs felt like they were being crushed as they were pressed up against the bed.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop.
Great. Now it's raining. Of course I'll be able to get to sleep now. Not.
The pressure on her ribs was making her feel nauseous. She pushed herself up and headed for the kitchen to get a glass of water. She somehow managed to make her way to the kitchen in the dark but the water did nothing to help her stomach or make her feel tired. Why did I think it would? Did anyone ever say water does any of those things? Note to self: Do not make important decisions in the middle of the night because you don't know what you're doing. P.S. Stop talking to yourself in your head. Just because no one can hear you, doesn't mean it isn't strange.
She wandered back to bed. Her eyes stung a little and she really wanted to be asleep now. Maybe that would be enough. She tried to yawn. It worked but she still wasn't asleep. Well that was a brilliant plan, got any other ideas? Shut up. Maybe you should try counting sheep.
She sat up. A deep, masculine voice had spoken those words but she was sure they had come from inside her head. It was fine when she was talking to herself, but another voice...Maybe I am going crazy...You're not.
There it was again. She scanned the room to see a man standing in one corner. It was dark, but her eyes had long adjusted. He was very tall, both in comparison to her in her propped up position on the bed and to her small stature in general. She was fairly sure he was dressed in black for though it was dark, he blended into the shadows unnaturally well. Glancing at her own light peach nightgown which stood out slightly in the dark she was further convinced of it. She couldn't see his eyes or tell what color they were but she felt certain that he was staring at her. She could almost feel his eyes penetrating her skin.
That thought jolted her back to the present. She remembered that she was in a skimpy nightgown in her bedroom with a strange man who had somehow gotten into her house in the last ten minutes. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, the primary ones being "Oh, God, I'm going to die" and "I wonder if he's attractive." Yup. She was a lunatic. No rational person would just sit there and...
This time he spoke the words out loud. "Don't worry. I would never hurt you. As to my appearance...well, I'll let you be the judge of that." He began to make his towards her somehow moving almost silently and rather gracefully despite his size.
Run, damn it! What's wrong with you? But her body refused to move. Part of her was in shock. The other part was insanely curious to find out what he looked like.
