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Swinging my legs over the side of the bed I placed my feet one after the other on the scratched wood floor beneath me.  I attempted to navagate around the piles of laundry, art supplies, and other knick-knacks that had made there homes on my bedroom floor in the past few weeks since my last cleaning overhaul. Hands on the wall I navigated my way in darkness to the staircase leading down into the kitchen. As silly as it was I didn't like to turn the light on to needlessly disturb Bruce. Just because my roomate happened to be a cat doesn't mean he couldn't  still get pissy.

My feet slowly creaked down the old thinly carpeted stairs until I felt the familliar cool touch of the kitchen tile on my toes. I padded my way over to the fridge and opened it slowly allowing my eyes to adjust to the light momentarily before grabbing the Brita pitcher from the side door.

Pouring a large glass of the water I sat at the my small round kitchen table and watched the moonlight dance over the patterns in the wood grain. The whole house seemed to breathe with the small noises of the night. The clock ticking over the stove, a drip dropping of water against the metal of the sink, the muffled whurr of an engine driving blocks away. I let my mind begin to wander of the  past few weeks, picking over conversations and random events. They had been so painstakingly mundane with each day differing only so slightly from the last that my memories all blended together. I had gone to school to achieve release from the mind melting boredom of waiting tables, but it was appearing as if my new found education had only helped me to gain needless student loans and even longer hours. I turned in my chair and looked at my camera sitting on top of a stack of papers and photographs on the counter. "You used to be all I needed," I said outloud to it as if I was expecting some profound reply.

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