Anton Ozaraga
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Thoughts Of Evil
It was just an early morning and a bit misty in the morning, when I just woke up to get some breakfast, but when I woke up, I realized that some things were not what or how they looked when I last saw them. I began to question myself, upon what was the reason why some things were starting to look a bit mysterious. It was already morning time, but just looking outside of my window, all I saw was snow. Snow that covered up my entire outside home. I was starting to even worry, and I can already feel my morning breath rising up high. There was just something that was so off, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I try to take my mind off of overthinking what was the thing that was missing or the thing that was causing my mind to go a bit crazy, so I just decided to walk over to my kitchen table and make an effort to make myself a cup of coffee without shaking,but as I was about to make myself some coffee to give my mind an ease of relaxation and understanding, I began to hear my phone ring. I was just looking at it, thinking that all of this was just a little misunderstanding, but some part of me was just in panic mode. I was trying my best to take some deep breaths, but as annoying as I was, I was the kind of guy who was a cat and was curious about anything and everything that happened in his 38 year old life. I walk over to my house phone, and wrap some of the wire around my fingers as I pick up the phone and put it close to my ear and it was just dead on the other side. Like it felt like it was a contractor who probably wanted some attention, but I just couldn’t.
By Anton Ozaraga4 years ago in Fiction
