night shift
@yarimura
Cole doesn’t like working night shifts. Night time was cold and dark, and full of fear. In fact, he couldn’t sleep without a little bit of light on, as childish as it is. But when a co-worker asks him to take their night shift, it’s not like Cole can refuse. It comforted him knowing that he wasn’t alone for the shift, however, even though him and his coworker may not be the best of friends.
Still, just a glance at the darkness outside was enough to make him uncomfortable. He tried to focus on restocking the merchandise, but his eyes still wander. The longer they stared, the more he remembered, and he didn’t want to remember. “Dark, cold, alone. ‘No, this isn’t right, this isn’t real.’ A nightmare that never went away.” The boy mumbled as he backed away from the windows. In the process, he knocked over a shelf, the merchandise scattering among the floor. “I’m sorry!!” Cole hurried to his knees, scrambling to clean up the mess he’s made.
