Short Story

I love writing, but I can only start a story, I can never seem to find the rest of it. So here's the beginning of a short story...

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My bloodshot eyes watched the sunrise over the horizon, my mind wondering why I was awake. I had woken up at three o'clock and couldn't get back to sleep as it had been for the last few days. It was like there was an alarm clock inside of me that someone reset. Whoever this someonewas I wanted to talk to them - did they think my sleep deprivation was funny?!I stepped off my bed - away from my cozy, warm bed - and out my bedroom door into the hallway, tip toeing my way to the steps so I wouldn't alarm my dogs and wake up my family. Or what was left of it. They don't need any less sleep. I finished my journey down the hall and started walking down the steps. I should've put socks, the floor was freezing. I walked into my kitchen, filled a coffee pot with water and put it on the stove. Coffee makes the world go round, I swear. I walked over to the refridgerator and looked at the magnetic calander on the door, my Dads sloppy writing marking the big events of the month. God I missed him.