SundayA Chapter by Blissful Sin
Previous Version This is a previous version of Sunday. Sunday: "No parties, no friends, don't waste my money, call if emergency, stay away from our room, no ladies in this house, and don't eat all the food in the fridge".
"I know, I know, don't worry everything will be fine" __ (his name) __reassured.
This wasn't the first time ____ had to be home alone. His parents always left him alone to go on vacations and resorts. He didn't mind, he wasn't good anyway when it came to crowded people with too much happiness in the air. He preferred simple, quiet places, a one man’s land. As they packed their bags and soared away from their little bird, ____ locked the door and shuffled to his room. He puffed on his lush bed and began to wonder. He loved his room, it was his sanctuary. Everything was his, it was his claimed land. His bed was layered with plush pillows and dark quilts softly touched by the rays of the sun from the window. The walls were covered with posters of women and Heavy Metal bands. A sea of clothes and items washed over the floor, and a radio set that usually blasted Metal and Dubstep sat by the foot of his bed. He laid there next to the window absorbing the sun, steadily stroking his long black hair. Soon his thoughts began to scatter as he drifted into a dreamless rest. © 2013 Blissful SinReviews
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Added on May 21, 2013 Last Updated on May 22, 2013 AuthorBlissful SinBetween Hell and Heaven, NYAboutHello. I'm back. It has been a long time. I've been through a lot of pain. I hope writing will help. more..Writing
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