Sector twenty one, Tiga one, Seven.
Back to my room, I fell face first into my bed. My fluffy pillow felt especially fluffy and I slowly succumbed to temptation to just sleep my worries away.
Let’s hope everything turns out fine the next day…
As I thought that to myself I remembered that, unlike most people, I have someone constantly monitoring my mind. And she probably heard what I just thought and is preparing herself to lecture me.
[Not constantly.] Said my freeloading ghost. [There is a lot I would like to not see.]
Then it’s for the best if you don’t look at all.
I flipped over to my side and faced the wall.
You know I’m not in the mood so…
I don’t want to think about anything. Everything turned into a mess all of a sudden and I feel like an idiot. One big idiot who believed things would go his way when that never happened before.
What a bad day…