100ThemeChallenge - InnocenceIt seemed that I had just laid down and closed my eyes when my wife's voice broke my reverie. There had been no dreams... no escape. It was always like this, at least on these sorts of mornings.
C'mon, E'mok, she said in soothing but stern tones, its time to get up. You've gotta get it done. I hated it when she used maternal tones, but I didn't think she knew any other way to deal with me sometimes. I let it go. I was tempted to feign sickness, which wasn't far from the truth. Some mornings I just plain hated my job, but I wasn't a child.
The delivery got in okay, I take it? I asked, groggily.
100ThemeChallenge - Darkma teresa's joined the mob and happy with her full-time job
Primitive Radio Gods Standing Outside a Broken Phonebooth with Money in My Hand
Its was 2:30 in the morning, and I was lying on my ex-girlfriend's living room floor in my underwear, wrapped up in blankets. I couldn't get that song out of my head. The lights are out, the television is off its the kind of interior darkness that makes every little bit of remaining light hit you like a lighthouse beacon. I wanted to sleep, but I'm was way too full and way too caffeinated. The flickering switch on one of her power strips is was my god.
It had been a lo