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Monster Under The BedThe hum of the traffic was a dull backdrop. The curtains were shut, the hazy room stuck in glass shadow. If she looked out the window, the drop would have killed her. A taxi chessboard death.Monster Under The Bed
The pillow was damp like her hair. The raking grate of her breathing was not as noisy as the traffic jam thirteen stories below, and it wasn’t louder than the clock on the far wall. Her blankets were kicked to the floor, her fever giving her no options. Her bare legs were bent and shivering, painted toes wiggling for lack of anything better to do. She gave a cough and a crooked smile.
“I know you’re still there, b
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"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." ~Oscar Wilde
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~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891
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"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." ~Oscar Wilde
"I love acting. It is so much more real than life."
~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891
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