100 Days of Writing

The Day After Yesterday

J. S. U.

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The sound of rain filled the room and then it was the smell of wet throw up that hit me next. Then, it was the warmth of the sun and how it seemed to be eluding the surface of my skin. The insides of my eyelids were a dull red and yet, I still could not open them. The middle of my chest feels hollow. It hurt to swallow what little saliva I had in my mouth.

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