Thank god that’s over.
My phone keeps going off, but I’m not responding. She was fucking crazy, and now I’ve broken up with her, and its over.
It’s dark in my room, except for the lightning outside. The rain is coming down heavy, and the wind howls outside. I get a bad feeling from storms, it beats the summer heat obviously, but I can never sleep alone in a storm.
The entire room glows for a microsecond, and then immeadiately the thunder shakes the house to its core. Nope, I’m not gonna get any sleep tonight.
I ventured downstairs, the lightning lighting my way. The hardwood floors creak under my feet, I find my chair and my remote and turn on the television. National Geographic. Something about a lioness hunting a lion.
I hear a tree creaking outside, and then… a knock on the door? Is someone out there? I should let them out of the storm, its only getting worse out there.
I answer the door, in the background I hear the the TV announce the death of the lion. No one is there. Maybe a big rain drop hit the door just right? I close the door, and I make sure it is locked. Storms always give me spooks.