A Quiet Place to Rest


A Quiet Place to Rest

     “Good morning!” he said as I shuffled out into the living room. Peering out the window through bleary eyes, I could see that the sun was only just starting to breach the horizon. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out, my wits still slowly condensing out of the mist of sleep. “Did you like the drum solo I wrote to commemorate our first night together as roommates?” he asked.
     I took a deep breath and wondered if another body would fit in the chest I had buried in the park.


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