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The Whole "Being Dead" Thing

Chapter 8: The Poets Dream

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Cameron blinks awake, glancing over at the alarm clock. It's 3AM. He frowns, not even sure what woke him up. He starts to lay back down when he hears it.

"Come on... Come on..." It's Neil, because of course it is. "Come on!"

He shifts to see Neil's hand phasing through a pencil.

"Come on!" He growls, and his hand wraps firmly around the pencil.

"Neil?" Cameron mumbles.

He jumps, the pencil slipping out of his grip as if the hand had never been there. Disappointed, Neil turns around. "Why are you awake?"

"You, asshole," He replies, no real anger behind the words. His voice is softer when he adds, "Go to bed."

He closes his eyes, and a tired smile comes onto Neil's face.

"Night, Cameron."

A few seconds later, the sound of his muttering starts up again. Cameron ignores it.

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