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sleepless nights.

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It’s about midnight, maybe later. The door to my room creaks open and I swear to god if this is what I think it is I might throw a fit.


Are you kidding me.


There’s tugging on the sheets now.

“Bro. Bro. Bro.”

“What,” I manage to mumble, facing the opposite direction.

“I can’t sleep.”

“You’re 13 years old, god damn. Too old to be pulling this kind of bs.” I guess I’m not as tired as I thought.

“I can’t sleep, let me lay with you.”

Good lord.

“Fine. But don’t hog the covers.”


“And no snoring.”



He’s already passed out, head resting on my chest. It’s like he’s a kid again. Sometimes I wonder about his future when he does stuff like this. I wanna give him a normal future, a normal past. I wanna give him a life he deserves. Houston is too much of a hell-hole and sometimes I wish I could just send him somewhere else. He’s just a kid. He doesn’t deserve this isolation. He doesn’t understand.

It’s about midnight, maybe later. Dave’s completely knocked out and it’s just another sleepless night for me. I guess it’s all worth it.