I never understood the difference between Ben and Bill. But, there is a difference. One's smart and the other still has a third grade crush. Hey, who am I to judge. I barely know either one of them.
I woke up, fresh. I go into my living room, my mother watching "The Breakfast Club".
"Hey mom, what time is it?" I grab a bannana from the counter and open it. I start to eat it.
"7:30." She looks at the watch that my grandfather gave her a few years back, before he pasted.
I finish my bannana and throw away the peel. I walk up to my room and look at some Polaroid photos I took before I left. I feel water drip down my eyes as I wipe them away quickly and get in the shower.
The warm water hit my back as I started to wash my hair, minutes past as I get out. I put on a long t-shirt, "I ❤ New York", and then my underwear. I hit the pillow with my puffy red eyes and fell asleep.
((A.u. I told you, I have no inspiration.)))
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