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As I was laying in my bed, I noticed my eyes straining. I wasn't blinking, so they were pretty dry at this point. I reached into my night stand drawer, pushed aside my grinder and grabbed the cure. Eye drops. I ******* off the cap, grabbed my left eye and up with the bottle. As the pressure was building from my light squeeze, a glistening ball appeared at the tip. The cure. And then, it dropped. Causing a refreshing blur. I looked up and moved my eye around… and around before placing my eyes to the floor. Disregarding, the floating woman at my door.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
The woman at my door
As I was laying in my bed, I noticed my eyes straining. I wasn't blinking, so they were pretty dry at this point. I reached into my night stand drawer, pushed aside my grinder and grabbed the cure. Eye drops. I ******* off the cap, grabbed my left eye and up with the bottle. As the pressure was building from my light squeeze, a glistening ball appeared at the tip. The cure. And then, it dropped. Causing a refreshing blur. I looked up and moved my eye around… and around before placing my eyes to the floor. Disregarding, the floating woman at my door.
adam-steves
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
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