I always get that internal cock urge to get up at 5:40 in the morning. I know what your thinking,
'Aren't you sleepy getting up at that hour?' Well, mostly yes, but I feel both awake yet tired in some way. I stretched and yawned to wake myself up and looked around in my "stage". It's really dark (besides the sunrise glow that is still burnt in my mind right now. It was in the entrance of the exhibit) so I don't remember where am I- WAIT I'M IN THE MUSEUM OF SCIENCE!!
"This isn't home." I started speaking.....but stopped with a chokey throat. I felt something watering my eyes.... I haven't cried like this ever since the day when transmitters were invented. Those days when I got sent solo in the basement....
FOR 25 YEARS STRAIGHT!!!
(Sorry about that, I been storing that up in me, I felt so angry thinking about it)
What am I doing? I thought to myself alone, I'm getting very moody! Then I felt that empty hollow feeling inside....
That's when the teardrops of My Charles River started to c