3am. sitting in the dark. not sleeping. why not? a tad hot. what's wrong? not very sure. was pushed away. why am i even here? it's not my house. not sure if i'm supposed to be here. i mean on this couch. it's a perfectly fine couch of synthetic leather in black and white. very comfortable by couch standards. one end extends so quite bed-like. should be fine for sleeping. except i'm not.
the computer screen is my only source of light. i wonder what my face looks like now against it. probably pretty scary. but no one is around. it's ok. why am i sitting alone in total darkness minus the light coming from the computer screen? not sure why i was pushed away. maybe this is going to keep happening. maybe many more nights alone, in the dark minus the light coming from the computer screen.
scared? a little bit. alone? quite.
blank blank blank blankety blank. why did michael jackson die?
a little nervous about the prospect of not sleeping tonight. really hate it when one of these comes along, unless it's because i'm having fun, or busy with something, which now i'm not. just sitting, typing nonsensible nonsense nonstop, on this fine synthetic leather couch on which i am supposed to be sleeping, except i'm not.
seriously, why did michael die? you wouldn't expect someone like him to live very long. but still, too soon.
what am i going to do now until the rest of the time zone wakes up? what am i going to do now until the rest of the house wakes up? which is one other person? will i sleep? what am i doing here? i feel alone.
not ready, no am not.
i want to go home.
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