SundayA Chapter by Blissful SinEDITED AND REVISED!
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Sunday:
"No parties, no friends, don't waste my
money, call if you have any emergency, stay out from our room, no girls in my
house, and don't eat all the food at once".
"I know, I know, don't worry everything
will be fine" Aban reassured.
This wouldn’t be Aban’s first time home alone.
His parents always made a habit and left him alone to go on vacation. He didn't
mind, he was unnerved when it came to crowded places with too much happiness in
the air. He preferred simple, quiet places, a one man’s island.
They packed their bags and soared away from
their little bird; Aban locked the door and shuffled to his room. He puffed on
his plush bed and began to reflect. He loved his room, it was his sanctuary.
Everything was his, it was his claimed land. His bed was layered with plush
pillows and dark quilts softly touched by the rays of the sun from the window.
The walls were covered with posters of curvaceous women and Heavy Metal bands.
A sea of clothes and random items washed over the floor. A stereo system that
usually blasted Metal and Dubstep sat by the foot of his bed. He laid there
next to the window absorbing the sun, steadily stroking his long black hair.
Soon his thoughts began to scatter as he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
© 2013 Blissful SinAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on May 21, 2013 Last Updated on August 20, 2013 Previous Versions AuthorBlissful SinBetween Hell and Heaven, NYAboutHello. I'm back. It has been a long time. I've been through a lot of pain. I hope writing will help. more..Writing
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