Out of the bag

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Morning.

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It was hard to sleep.

As Titrus laid on his bed, he turned from side to side . He was trying his best to keep his eyes shut but his face showed great discomfort.

"Urrgh!!!"

He voiced angrily, springing up at once as he flung the beddings off his body. He took his feet down and sat up facing the bathroom door. He was breathing heavily and it was obvious he didn't like the feeling he was getting.

"F*cking hate being attached !"

He yelled , getting up on his feet.

He angrily pushed the bathroom door open and walked in heading straight for the wash bowl. 

He washed his face and lifted up his head to look in the mirror. He took the towel from where it was kept and dried his face back with It, soliloquizing as he walked back to the room.