Flashback

It was bright, a beam of light came in like a laser pointer, hitting peters arm as he slept. The beam kept crawling up his arm, to his chest and eventually to his face. Peter was a still sleeper, he hugged his prolonged pillow, it smelled of old sex, and body odor. It kept him warm. It was around 2 in the afternoon, the beam hit him right on the forehead. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he decided to get up. Peter enjoyed laying in bed awake, he liked pretending to be asleep, it gave him an excuse to avoid life. He walked out to the living room and opened the windows, such a beautiful day that he slept away. It almost made him sad, but as the minute hand on his watch kept moving clockwise, he remembered why he slept. No service on his phone, and the internet only reminded him of all the happy people with friends. He laid on his couch and looked out the double doors, admiring the sunlight as it hit the forest surrounding his home. It was so calm, relaxing.. He watched the sun set as he smoked a cigarette, listening to the crickets chirp, the vultures flying above, he took one last puff and went inside. Still dressed the same as he woke up, he went back to bed. In What felt to him like a minute, He opened his eyes, he was outside, in a chair, the skies were pink, the stars were... Gone, the moon was not around, and a pair of smelly dogs laid next to him. "The good times are killing me... From the inside out" he thought to himself.