@hellboundhexthens
the only times he moved were for bathroom breaks and when the record skipped, screeched and stuttered to a looping halt. jamie sigh from beneath the pile of covers and slowly stretched out of his fetal position to mindlessly flip the record. once the needle hit, he crawled back to the mattress plopped on the floor, piled high with black quilts. once tucked away, there was nothing left of him to see. not even his wild, mocha curls. they were firmly tucked beneath a pillow as he stared into the dark space. the door opened. he groaned. “jus’ go away, tim.” came his muffled demand. “’m not movin’.”
















