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we are bulletproof pt. 2

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we are bulletproof pt. 2
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A ongoing buzzing nudging at my head makes me turn around in my way to comfortable covers, in an attempt to magically make the noise stop. I scrunch my nose and sigh as I realize the attempt was a failure.

I slowly open up my eyes, and as I do so, the noise is gone all of a sudden. The sun creaks in from my blinds, creating a golden aura to my room.

Speaking of golden, I reach out, eyes still shut and search for the golden clock on my nightstand. I fumble for a minute, before opening one eye slowly, looking to my rumbling hand.

It's gone.

I raise my brows, the sunlight sharp in my eyes, making me rub them harsh. Removing my hands, I figure the clock will appear and that I was just tired and blind (apparently).

But no. It's not there.

I take my long, brown locks of hair and tie them up in a high ponytail, putting my hands in the sides as I stare out in my messy room. Small pebbles of sweat are on my forehead, surprising my warm hands as well.

I turn my head and look at the night stand once more, my eyes widening at the sight that finally registers in my mind.
The clock is still missing, but my drawings I put the same spot is right under — and they're all colored.

I never color my drawings.

They look beautiful. My fingers pinch the carton, studying the detailed strokes of pencil and painting.