I Lay Here, In My Bed, And I Think About A Very Traumatic Moment In My Life That I Think About A Few

I lay here, in my bed, and I think about a very traumatic moment in my life that I think about a few times a month.

Sergei had recently graduated and she had a boyfriend. Shocking, I know, but we’re not at the scary part yet.

Said boyfriend would often leave Sergei gifts in her room. Her room is in the basement. The basement has a shared living room next to the Sergei room. I was in the living room. I am drawing something stupid for a friend and I hear what sounds like my mother walking down the basement stairs. I prepare myself to say something stupid and I make eye contact with a lanky, eighteen-year-old man child and he has the AUDACITY to say, “Boo,” and NORHING else. I was speechless.

I do not like the fact that that man child walks like my mother. Luckily, Sergei is no longer with him and it only happened once.

I was thinking back to when my Sergei and I shared a room. It sucked for so many reasons, but none more so than the lighting at night.

She’d have the T.V. on, with multiple strips of LED lights, seven lamps on, and strobing globe lights while my insomniatic self was already fighting for my life to sleep. And she’d fall asleep with all of it on, so I’d be up at two AM and not be able to sleep or turn the entire pseudo sun off.

Now that the room is my temple for myself, I cover the windows and I use one of two fun light strips at a time to light the entire room. I don’t like the light.

Okay this is just getting funny now

I have become too powerful. I go throw guns and swords around for two and a half hours and then I drive. They should not be just letting me do this.

Croc Boy wasn’t wearing the Crocs today?? My life is a lie.

Aziraphale shielding Crowley from water

and Crowley shielding Aziraphale from fire