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Post by ASHTON COLE JOHNSON on Sept 8, 2011 21:31:35 GMT -5
Ashton sat down in the sand, not caring about getting his ass full of sand. He honestly hated jeans when they were wet, but right now it didnt matter and besides he was far enough away from the water that the sand wasnt getting wet. He propped his arms on top of his knees and looked out over the ocean. The moon was bright and near full, tomorrow it would probably be a completely full moon.
He couldnt sleep, again. Not that this was nothing new, but he was starting to feel the affects of it and he hated how it made him in less control of himself. He brought his hands up to rub his eyes and then his face. He had even pushed himself in practice today. Ashton rarely pushed himself, he usually tried to get away with as little exertion as possible. He did not like to exert himself, but he thought maybe the extra work would be more taxing on his body and hed be able to get some sleep tonight. Instead all he could do was lay there and hear all the little noises. He could not stand the way he could hear how some of the people breathed, or snored, or how the mucus in their mouths made odd little sounds whenever they breathed in or out. He didnt like the ticking sound of the clock. He couldnt stand any of it.
Ashton wasnt used to sleeping in a room filled with a lot of other people. The closest he had was when he was sleeping on the streets. This was different though, he actually had someone above him and people on both sides of him only five feet away. Ashton tossed and turned he even tried covering his head with his pillow but nothing worked. If it wasnt the sounds getting to him it was his thoughts. And god did his thoughts harass him. They never stopped, just kept going and going and going and half of the things were just stupid little things.
Ashton instead now heard the sounds of the water hitting the rocks and the rush of the waves. It was a lot better then sniffles and snoring, a lot calmer. He closed his eyes feeling the soft breeze on his face. He stretched his arms letting himself fall back arms behind his head to cushion. He closed his eyes, keeping his knees up and letting the sounds lull him. Maybe hed be able to pass out for a little bit.
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