Feeling Sick



It was pouring like cats and dogs outside the window. He was certain he could hear children playing in the garden. Kicking the mud, falling and throwing each other in the little puddles, dancing and jumping in joy as the rain hit them.

He was feeling sick, nauseated, because of two things. One, because he felt ill whenever it got dark. Second, because it was three am and the children were sound asleep in their homes.


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