Decimated
So, most nights we cannot be bothered to attempt anything but sleeping in the same room.
“Goodnight, I love you too Pops.” And with that, I opened my door and stepped into my dark bedroom, closing the door gently behind me. I had drawn the curtains before going down to dinner so the only moon light that forced its way through was the tiny slithers around the edges, not enough to light the room.
Using my enhanced sight, I walked over to one side of my bed where there stood a simple white gloss nightstand with only a basic lamp on, I am a bit of a minimalist. I faintly heard Pops doing the same in the room next to my own.
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