The Short Story Of Charlotte Haynes; Identity Spin off

Chapter 20

Thenight faded and passed quickly leaving me exhausted as I found notranquil second of sleep to put the incident of the other day behindme. I simple tossed and turned having a starring match with myceiling fan.

Glaringat the ceiling listening to my alarm go off, I wondered to myself iftoday was even worth getting out of bed and dragging myself to thatsoul sucking abyss that I called my job. I was in no state of mind todeal with any ridiculous camaraderie's of the questionably IQ-lesspopulation because I know I would lose my temper resulting in melosing my job as well.

Likean angel had been listening my cell phone rang, it was my job.Picking up my cell the voice of my manager Anna spoke telling me thatthey over scheduled some people so I could take the day off.

Hangingup I felt thankful for the sporadic timing but I wasn't going to looka gift horse in the mouth as I pulled the covers over my head hopingI could get just a little sleep, sadly no such luck as my stomachgrowled craving food and coffee.

Draggingmy body out of bed I felt like I couldn't support my own weight andfeeling light headed as I almost face planted onto the floor. My ownbody was against doing anything other than vegetating in bed justbrooding and become non-extant to the world; my presence going nofurther than beyond the four confines walls of my bedroom wrapped inthe warmth and security of my bedding but I needed caffeine beforeultimately giving myself a migraine.

Walkinginto the kitchen turning on the coffee pot, realizing that the housewas empty leaving me home alone with the exception of Roman sprawledout on the sofa, his paws spread out as he stretched.

Ibrought the warm mug to my lips as the stream moved freely andcarelessly in the air while the comfort of the hot liquid wrappedaround my tongue dancing with the taste buds waking up my body.

Comfort.

Againthat word popped into my thoughts.

Thesingle word alone made me want to laugh as it's meaning was a stateof physical easing or alleviation of one's feelings of distressleaving only pleasantness in their life; even if momentary. Comfortis really such an interesting word since it can make you stop andthink and the many connotations to each individual by theencompassing term since it's a relatively vague concept where'comfort' can be sought in more then one particular item or person.

Ilaugh to myself feeling a sudden sharp pain of heart ache in my chestof reality that I had lost what little comfort I had with a person;with Alison.

Alisonwas always the first person that I went to most times to seek comfortwhere I knew even if I didn't want to voice my worries or issue's Istill felt safe, she was my sanctuary, my confidante, my refuge.Everything about Alison was comfortable to me; her eyes, her touch,her smile even the way she would speak to me.

Everythingbut that's all gone now.

Iknew that nothing could alleviate the emotional aches and pains thisbreak up was going to cause me in the next coming days while I stillregretted my actions from yesterday and should have tried to talk allof this out with Alison; to let her state her reason and try to workit out and put it behind as we could try to continue to be happy butwould we be?

Idon't know how long I'll be here in Florida so whose to say Alisonwon't feel "lonely" and cheat on me again?

Nothing.

Thisrelationship would be nothing but toxic if we keep going around likea carousel even though part me still loved Alison for the time beingI wasn't that much of a fool in love to be played twice.