halfbloodme

I crave her Every moment Of every day I think of her When I'm not with her When I sleep I dream of her She's always on my mind Dancing through my thoughts The taste of her The smell of her

Edward lay in bed, debating how much longer he could stay under his quilt staring at the ceiling. He had to go into town and buy things for work, and he also wanted to check out the new DVD releases in HMV. His pay packet was itching to be removed from his bank account and spent. The problem was that once Edward left the security and comfort of his bed, he would have to enter the real world again. Reality was often a painful experience for Edward. People often trod on his feelings, made judgements about him without knowing him, and in that world, his heart was open to attack from those he thought he could trust. Lying under the covers, Edward could delay the inevitable, but he knew that he couldn't do it forever. In eight and a half hours he would have to be at work, and if he didn't have everything he needed he would be letting himself and his colleagues down. Grudgingly, he pushed himself up onto his right elbow, removed the double quilt and forced himself out of the double bed and across the now sun-streaked room to the bathroom.