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The Irony In Life Is that No One Makes It Out Alive.
Joined: Aug 2006 Gender: Male  Posts: 28 Location: In Your Closet, Ohio Karma: 2 |  | So... Tired...Open « Thread Started on Aug 2, 2006, 5:48pm » | |
Ricky walked down the hall, at a slow, very tired pace. He'd flown from New York on a red eye last night, then got taken from the air port, to his cousin Cristo's house, then to here. That whole time on the plane he got no sleep. He gets terribly sick while riding on planes, so he was awake all night. Then the car ride here was horrible. It was long, and noisy.
He walked down the corridor filled with different doors that lead to different rooms. Some rooms has signs saying that they were claimed, so he went down toward the end of the hall. there was a door there, no sign of anyone in it.
He opened the door to be blasted by a huge gust of cold air. He shivered slightly and walked in. There was no one about the room. It didn't seem like anyone had come in, or unpacked or anything. He walked toward a bed and flopped down on it. He gave a soft yawn and grabbed a pillow in his hands and laid his head on it. He closed his eyes for a moment, and soon he found himself asleep.
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