I woke up at around 11:00 the next morning, while everybody else still slept. Despite the fact that I was hung over, I've decided to sit down at the kitchen table and re-write some of my short stories from my past, Just because I've deleted my stories from my computer and my flash drive, it doesn't mean that I've forgotten them. I don't know why I started writing again after eight months.I guess it was because it's in my blood.
While I was writing, Chris entered the kitchen.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"I feel like I just got hit with a truck," Chris said. "But I'm okay, I guess."
Chris looked at the couch. "I've noticed that Mark isn't sleeping on the couch," he said.
"Well we did have a lot to drink," I said.
Chris sat down next to
While I was writing, Chris entered the kitchen.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"I feel like I just got hit with a truck," Chris said. "But I'm okay, I guess."
Chris looked at the couch. "I've noticed that Mark isn't sleeping on the couch," he said.
"Well we did have a lot to drink," I said.
Chris sat down next to