By Carston Anderson
The room was dark, illuminated only by the beams of moonlight shining through the gaps in the window shades. The light played across my room, displaying fragments of things here and there. A desk covered in textbooks. A dresser with clothes hanging lazily out of the top drawer. A beautiful antique doll on the nearby nightstand propped up against the digital clock that read eight twenty nine in angry red digits.
I lay there under thick wool blankets, clutching the pillow to my chest as if it were in desperate need of human contact. He would be coming over soon, just like last night and tomorrow night. It was the routine we had fallen into. I gripped the pillow tighter as I realized I couldn’t tell you when this routine had started, only that it had happened. My gaze refocused as the clock changed before me.
The knock on the door was soft, yet audible. Loud enough to be heard but not loud enough for the nearby rooms to take note unless the room was silent. My reaction was almost immediate. [Read more…] about 8:32 PM