That very same night, someplace else.

Leo was tossing and turning out on his couch. Nearly a week since he last used his 'sleep aid', and it was annoying. He knew the bed might help, but he couldn't bring himself to sleep in there. Perhaps he should have thrown it way and gotten a new one. But then he'd have to go into the room. He wasn't ready yet. No not yet, the couch was fine. It didn't matter that it twisted his back up so much he couldn't stand straight the next day. His neck almost always hung off at some point in the night waking him up, and making it stiff. The TV being on in the living room all the time didn't help either. The bedroom doesn't have a TV for that very reason. Plus it also had a bed, a nice soft long enough to lay down in bed, but that would mean going in the room. The couch was fine...

And thus the cycle of perpetual sleep avoidance continued. Rolling around to face the cushions placing the pillow over his head. The apartment feels so empty,Cleaning up is proving to be hard, who knew even after being clean for a week that you could still fail a piss test? That's something McGruff never taught me. Hey kids, drugs can stay in the system for months if your a constant user, can't really envision that afternoon special.

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"What?" He sat straight up, looking around the empty apartment. The edge of his mind still living the nightmare, he tries to leave the bed but his legs are to heavy, and he realizes he's not on the couch, He's still in the boat.
Still on the boat.
Still stuck in the boat.
How long has It been?

Leo was back in the apartment, there was no power they cut it off, he figured paying rent was more important then power. he could smell his food had rotten in the fridge, it was a sickly smell. He knew the ground beef had to have gone bad, he should throw it away. Then why was he shaking at the thought of cleaning it out, it was just spoiled food. It needed to be thrown away, it was going to make him sick if it stayed in the house.

Tentatively he goes to the handle, a scream from some part of him tells him not to open the door. With trash bag in hand the door opens, and the fridge is full. Heavy red meat spills out of the door and onto the floor, the soup like rot rolling over the wood floor. The smell making him gag, his eyes water. It's to much he waited too long to fix it, he couldn't now. It wouldn't ever be better. He had ruined it, everything.

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Still his legs were stuck to the boat. In front of him was the control panel, the button he was told to hit to return. He couldn't, it was to far away. Since when did the boat get so long? He realizes he's still in the boat.
Still on the boat.
Still stuck in the boat.
Everything Completely still.
I need to get out, I need to get home please

W̷h̷y̸?̷ ̴t̷h̷e̷r̶e̴ ̸i̶s̶ ̵n̷o̷t̶h̷i̷n̴g̴ ̶f̵o̶r̵ ̶y̵o̵u̴ ̵t̷h̸e̷r̵e̸,̷ ̴s̷t̷a̴y̷ ̶h̴e̷r̵e̷.̵ ̸I̸t̸'̴s̶ ̸w̵h̸a̵t̶ ̴y̵o̷u̴ ̵d̷e̶s̷e̵r̴v̵e̷

Fuck you Weak but still defiant, broken but still unwilling to die.

"Leo, Wake up your gunna be late for work" A female voice said to him, her hand moving his shoulder. "You really need to head out to work."
".....No" I know this isn't real, but I still hate it.

Author's Note

nightmares suck. feels good to be back.
like always love comments. if you find errors ill try and fix.

really want to stay the coarse on semi-regular updates but, two stories might be to much for me. I might try and take a weekend day to write out a bunch of chapters at once? or at least outline? then trickle post? honestly have no clue what I can do so i don't wanna say "Ima do this" anymore and then fail to do so. even thou odds are if i do ill disappoint maybe 2 people? if I fail? idk.