Sitting

The room is dark, save for the faint glowing warmth of the orange night light I have in the corner.

It was late. I want to walk over and switch it off, but that would mean the end of my day. I didn't want that to happen yet.

Not after the day I've had.

Sure, it ended with my saying something stupid, but it sure as hell a memory worth saving.

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