Friday, December 18, 2009

Bedtime Stories for the ADD: Awake

The parole officers released the ghosts and there was no way to put them back. It wasn't even possible for them to commit crimes anymore, so they couldn't be re-jailed.

I was awake when they came. Out of my dreams and into my living room. It felt like a thousand years ago, but it was just five weeks.

I didn't really mind. They could watch me eat my frosted flakes every morning for all I cared.

They weren't haunting my dreams anymore, so who was I to argue with a ghoulish breakfast?


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