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A Good Night 's Sleep

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Sawyer began to stir from a good night’s sleep, which is rare due to her stress accumulated from her job. She instinctively reached to other side of the bed expecting to feel the warmth of human flesh. Opening her eyes only to confirm the vacant spot she sighed. She flipped to the other side to look at the alarm clock the resided on her nightstand, 7:52 it read, contemplating rather to try to go back to sleep or to get up. Choosing the latter, she sat up rolling her neck, stretching her stiff limbs and began to make her way to the bathroom. Her eyes meet the mirror, studying her reflection. She had an oval shaped face, her pale skin flawless, nose was small slightly sloped upward, long lashes framing her jade eyes. Turning on the sink …show more content…

She poured a good amount into his food bowl and refilled the water bowl with fresh water. She rubbed to the top of his head and went on the rest of her morning, making herself breakfast and catching the morning news on tv. She was tightening the strings on her guitar when she heard her phone ring. She glanced at the caller id and saw it was Glenda, her manager. She answered with caution, Glenda was great at her job but could sometimes come off as little too self-motivated. “Hey Glenda, what’s up?” “Well um,” She was beginning to feel a sense of uncertainty from Glenda, which was suspicious. If anyone one knew Glenda they would say she was the exact opposite. “What is it? Is something going wrong? Are you o-” “Look, I got something to tell you kiddo,” she paused. “I just don’t want you to hate me.” Her forehead began to scrunch up, “Whatever it is-” she had begun to say. “I fucked up!” she sobbed through the phone. “Look, just breathe and tell me what happened,” she heard Glenda taking deep breathes and began to speak again, “Just tell me what happened, whatever it is it can’t be that bad.” “You remember when you performed two weeks ago at the Bowery Ballroom?” “Yes.” She said hesitantly. “I had received a phone call,” she paused, “From Charming.” Her mind began to go run a hundred miles per hour. What’s in Charming? She thought to herself and then she began to remember. My dad was

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