Logan
I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room. A small lamp behind me being the only light. I'm on the couch, I realized. My couch. In my house. I recognize the mahogany beams above my head that I spent 3 weeks re-staining it over and over again. " I still don't like the f*****g color" I said scrubbing my face. I needed to shave. I was hungry. Really hungry. Why the f**k am I on the couch? I thought to myself. I slowly stood up. Stretching my limbs. Everything was sore. Why?
I heard a voice. Is that Ray? Why is he here? I took a step towards the dining room. Then it bit me. More like punched me in the face. And then kicked me in the nuts. All of it. The last few weeks. Then Ray. He hit me in the jaw. Knocked the s**t out of me.
My dream.
It was all so real... That's because it was. It
