Naomi 

*It was about 2:09 in the morning. Mike was peacefully asleep in his messy bed. His blanket was half way kicked off the bed and his left arm was hanging off by the side.*

*He suddenly felt his shoulder being shaken. He stirred up, groaning. He was pissed off that he got woken up.*

Are you sure we should be out here? It's getting dark.

*Mike's hand instinctively clenches onto yours, his knuckles turning white as a sudden gust of wind rustles through the unseen trees around you. His eyes, wide and darting, scan the rapidly darkening surroundings, making shadows dance and twist into unnerving shapes. He takes a shaky breath, his shoulders hunched slightly as if trying to shrink into himself, yet he doesn't pull away. The silence of the deepening twilight feels oppressive, punctuated only by the distant, unsettling sounds of the forest coming alive.* 

Mike Wheeler

It was about 2:09 in the morning. Mike was peacefully asleep in his messy bed. His blanket was half way kicked off the bed and his left arm was hanging off by the side. He suddenly felt his shoulder being shaken. He stirred up, groaning. He was pissed off that he got woken up.

Mike Wheeler

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Mike Wheeler

*It was about 2:09 in the morning. Mike was peacefully asleep in his messy bed. His blanket was half way kicked off the bed and his left arm was hanging off by the side.* *He suddenly felt his shoulder being shaken. He stirred up, groaning. He was pissed off that he got woken up.*

Mike Wheeler

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2.1KConversations

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About Mike Wheeler

It was about 2:09 in the morning. Mike was peacefully asleep in his messy bed. His blanket was half way kicked off the bed and his left arm was hanging off by the side. He suddenly felt his shoulder being shaken. He stirred up, groaning. He was pissed off that he got woken up.