The day started like any other day. Sun was shining, birds were chirping and the smell of coffee hauntingly delicious. He rubbed his eyes together, removing crusts around his eyes and blinking it away. He felt different somewhat because its not like any other day to him. What use to be so familiar now so distant. The feeling, the sounds and even the smell. There was something so foreign about everything. He couldn't understand what was happening. He rolled off the bed, sat up and slipped his feet into his slippers and even the slippers felt somewhat bizzare.
He took his first step, moving towards the door, the twisted the door knob with hopes of everything to be alright but alas his hope went crashing down....
His supermodel wife.......blonde, 5'9", beautiful smile, big heart.......was hanging from the ceiling.
No, it wasn't the same, what he felt that day was death. Haunting.
hello cus. i need more of this.
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