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Chapter 1

Yellow Again


Bam! An alarm clock skidded off a nightstand.

Thirty seconds pass.

You’re not moving”, warns an unseen, tired voice.

With more guttural intonations than spoken words, “I’m not moving. I’m never leaving this bed.”

You know you will”, there interposed a yawn, “So just pull the trigger big guy.”

“’f I had a gun I’d shoot myself. No one’d make a dead man get out of bed ‘n go to work.”

A sharp elbow accompanied, “Get up! You always get up too late and then stress about being late. If I have to nag you anymore”, menaced the soft monotone, “Then I’ll wake up and you’ll need the doctor.”

And so began the next day.

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