The rain was pounding on the window. I’d had this dream before. The rain starts and I just sit there staring at the drops on the window. The power goes out and I sit there in darkness. Slowly the stars and moon fade away to nothing and it’s pure black. I see two crazy eyes looking at me, getting closer and closer. Just as they reached me I wake up.
I looked out the window at the day I figured was already going to be bad. I don’t have a bed yet, so I’ve been sleeping on the wooden floor. Not to mention the house is full of junk and there is little room for me to stretch out.
Last night in my tent as I was falling in and out of sleep I had a nightmare. The Scary painting I purchased from that rip-off merchant fox was haunting me. It was angry that I had buried it on the beach never to be found again. It was perched on the wall of my new house and it wouldn’t go. I couldn’t get rid of it.
Sunday. I woke up feeling better from yesterday. I figured it was time to take the Town Planning permit seriously and that I should try and get this down payment paid on my house. I had to make some money.
It was past midnight. I had been trying to get to sleep for a while now, going over the recent events in my mind to work out exactly how this had happened. There was a loud bang outside my tent.
It was 10:30pm by the time my train pulled into the station. I had been sitting there minding my own business when some cat-like creature approached me. He introduced himself as Rover. Strange name for a cat. Maybe his parents were hipsters trying to give him an ironic name. Either way I didn’t ask for his company. He asked me my name. I tried to think of a fake one to give him. I considered to use my go to fake name
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