Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

         What's written? Our future? Or our 
         Past? We can only ask time itself, as we 
          Spraypaint it out of existence...

I opened my eyes to the faint light shining from the window, faintly lighting my bed.
I heard shuffling in the kitchen. I heard coffee brewing as well. I looked up to my calender, which pained my eyes. Saturday. I get up and headed for the kitchen, while walking through a faintly-lit hallway. I looked at the living room and turned on the lights, I saw Alamy asleep on the couch. She must of tried to brew coffee for us but she fell asleep. I shook Alamy's shoulder, and she slightly opened her eyes. I saw her pupils look in the kitchen then to me. She jumped, she was flustered. "I saw you were making some coffee. I can go get it." I said while smiling." No its ok, j-just... I can get it." She stuttered. She got up and shuffled towards the kitchen, and then poured the coffee.
To be continued...