Whenever I sleep, I am always haunted by that final day. THIS NIGHTMARE!!
Someone help me escape this hell.
"Help me! Help me!" his voice echoed.
It began again...
A sudden knock came on his door, causing Sheldon laying in the clutter of clothes on his bed to instinctively look in the direction.
What was I thinking?
"You may come in," he said as he returned his gaze back to the ceiling the afternoon sun tip its soft rays within the room.
"Young master Sheldon," the servant called after much eye stalking around the room. "Your father has requested your presence in his study."
Sheldon sighed to himself, noticing the servant looking around. He knew exactly why; His room was a complete mess and he would not allow any servant to clean a thing. He preferred it this way for more than one
