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The Awakening1:00 AM July 4th, 2012The Awakening by Neolight
105 degrees. That was allot of temperature. I laid contorted on the couch in the dark living space of my loft. It was one that I was lucky enough to own after getting into college. My parents set me up, like they always did. It was an awesome space - just one big empty room with bath and bedroom doors. Vast and silent, there was a cave like calm to it - a far cry from the overstuffed dormitories where I had spent freshman year. My dizzy gaze rested on the messy desk against the far wall. Under its wooden surface, a beefy gaming desktop steamed on. Above it propped a crisp Wacom monitor with its matching pen to the side. As evidenced by the worn keyboard and mouse, that workstation was my life. Every major accomplishment I made was done with it as my companion. I spent many nights there, churning away at animation assignments and now the sight of it was exhausting, but the sudden wave of sickness had made sleep impossible.
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