Did another one!
2 A.M. Thoughts
I sighed as I turned over in bed, pulling the covers closer to my body to wrap around me like a cacoon. I couldn’t help but be frustrated, after all I’d much rather be sleeping. I glanced over to my alarm clock to see the time. 2 A.M. Damn it, I thought, wishing it was easier to fall back into the soft hands of sleep.
I began wracking my brain for what might be causing this. Is it stress? Maybe, my job has been a bit stressful as of late. Is it anxiety? I don’t think so, I felt calm. Did I have caffiene before bed? No I couldn’t have, I only had a coffee this morning and that’s it. God, what could it be?
I laid there frustratingly staring at my ceiling. I just want to sleep. I have work in the morning, I need sleep. Looking over to my closet I remembered. I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed and walked over to it. I slid open the door to find the large trash bag still sitting in there. I sighed before picking it up and lugging it across my house to the backyard. I placed it down in the middle of the yard before heading to the shed and grabbing a shovel. I returned to the bag and started digging.
Only a fool would forget to bury the body, and I suppose I was that fool.