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I felt around in my night stand drawer for the lighter that my ex-boyfriend left at my house. The flash of blue from the lightning outside the window just gave enough light for me to find the lighter in the corner of the drawer. Again in darkness, I squinted to see how to light the lighter. I grabbed the vanilla scented candle from the night stand and lighted the wick. The flame gave out an orange glow, making the shadows on the walls dance. I lifted the candle to my wrist to see the time. 8:35pm. A crack of thunder sounded, shaking the windows in their frames. I let out a sigh and took the candle with me as I sat on the corner of my queen sized bed, placing the candle at my feet. Looking outside, I can see the rain coming down in sheets. I barely could see out the window. The storm knocked all of the power out in the apartment complex. The world around me seemed non-existant. I could hear the little curly haired girl in the upstairs apartment crying...probably scared from the lights being out. But that little girl seems to always be crying...every single fricken night. A gust of wind suddenly blows through my drafty windows, moving the curtains around in the darkness. I shiver. Even though it was in the end of June, it suddenly turned cold when it started raining earlier this evening around 6:30pm. I looked around the room. Looking for something to do. It was too dark to read anything, though I did have some letters that I was waiting to read. It was too early for me to go to sleep. I woke up late this morning, with the hugest headache. I went out with my girlfriends to this new nightclub that opened in the Loop. I did my work quickly, typing over 400 letters in less than 3 hours. I handed the my work to my boss and he said I could leave early for doing such a good job. Bored, I leaned over my bed, to reach for the phone. Maybe at least the phone was working. I picked it up, and lifted it to my ear, and heard nothing. I leaned again to put the phone back in the cradle, but missed and heard the phone hit the side of the table bouncing of the floor. I sat against my head board. Four flashes of lightning, flickered again. The lamp next to me flickered into a dim light, and then again went black. \"What the hell??\" I yelled. A HUGE crash of thunder rumbled through the night sky. It sounded as if a bomb went off outside my window. I heard distant crash of glass echo in the darkness. Shaking, I got up with my candle to see what it was. I can see the shimmer of the light on the crystal picture frame my husband gave to me before he left. \"oh, sh*t !!!\". I put the candle on the floor to see how badly damaged the frame was. I saw shards of glass scattered across the oak floor. And the picture laying to the side of the mess. \"God, damn it\" I whispered, as I felt tears welling in my eyes. I wanted to clean it up...but figured that I would probably cut up my whole hand sweeping the glass into the dust pan. I walked back to my bed, but stopped to look out the window. I can see the lights from the apartment across the street. I can see a blue glow from the TV in the first floor window, where that wierd guy hangs a huge American flag from his window. My doorman said that the man stole it from some buliding downtown. It\'s been up for almost 4 years this December. Everyday you can see the shades of red, fade into a light pink. I can see it flying in the wind. \"Maybe it will fly away\". I wished. I continue to walk to my bed, and even though I wasn\'t that tired, I decided it best that I would just at least close my eyes. There was nothing else to do. The curtains started fluttering again in the wind. The wind must be getting stronger outside. Thunder followed the lightning flashes...\"just like the letter \"u\', always follows \"q\"\" I mumbled. I rolled my eyes as I remember my mom aways telling me that whenever it started to storm. I took my cotton covers and wrapped them around my waist. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Another clanking noise came from outside started. It was probably that lose drain pipe on the side of the building, bouncing off the brick. I closed my eyes...trying to forget everything. But the sounds from the storm and everything else seemed to never cease. I held my watch up to the candle next to me, 9:30. A half hour had passed. I closed my eyes again and covered them with my hands...that headache from the hangover never seemed to go away. Even after taking a couple of aspirin. I rubbed my eyes, and yawned. Maybe I was more tired than I thought. I felt myself dozing into a light sleep, when I woke up...noiticing the smell of flowers. I glanced around the room, confused, when another flash of lightinig illuminated the room. \"James? Is that you?\" I asked the darkness. I can see s shape of a man standing near the door. My heart jumped, as the lights in the apartment turned on. And there he stood in his uniform...with a bouquet of lilies in one hand and a packet of cigarettes in the other. \"I did not want to wake you...I thought you were sleeping\" he said, smiling. In a instant, I was out of bed and running over to James. He\'s finally came home !!! The war has been over for a couple of weeks, and since I never had the nerve to read the letters he sent from War...I had no clue he was on his way home. I threw my arms around his neck and stood there...just holding him. The whole night seemed such a waste...spending most of it in darkness...only to end up to be the happiest night of my life.

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I felt around in my night stand drawer for the lighter that my ex-boyfriend left at my house. The flash of blue from the lightning outside the window just gave enough light for me to find the lighter in the corner of the drawer. Again in darkness, I squinted to see how to light the lighter. I grabbed the vanilla scented candle from the night stand and lighted the wick. The flame gave out an orange glow, making the shadows on the walls dance. I lifted the candle to my wrist to see the time. 8:35pm. A crack of thunder sounded, shaking the windows in their frames. I let out a sigh and took the candle with me as I sat on the corner of my queen sized bed, placing the candle at my feet. Looking outside, I can see the rain coming down in sheets. I barely could see out the window. The storm knocked all of the power out in the apartment complex. The world around me seemed non-existant. I could hear the little curly haired girl in the upstairs apartment crying...probably scared from the lights being out. But that little girl seems to always be crying...every single fricken night. A gust of wind suddenly blows through my drafty windows, moving the curtains around in the darkness. I shiver. Even though it was in the end of June, it suddenly turned cold when it started raining earlier this evening around 6:30pm. I looked around the room. Looking for something to do. It was too dark to read anything, though I did have some letters that I was waiting to read. It was too early for me to go to sleep. I woke up late this morning, with the hugest headache. I went out with my girlfriends to this new nightclub that opened in the Loop. I did my work quickly, typing over 400 letters in less than 3 hours. I handed the my work to my boss and he said I could leave early for doing such a good job. Bored, I leaned over my bed, to reach for the phone. Maybe at least the phone was working. I picked it up, and lifted it to my ear, and heard nothing. I leaned again to put the phone back in the cradle, but missed and heard the phone hit the side of the table bouncing of the floor. I sat against my head board. Four flashes of lightning, flickered again. The lamp next to me flickered into a dim light, and then again went black. \"What the hell??\" I yelled. A HUGE crash of thunder rumbled through the night sky. It sounded as if a bomb went off outside my window. I heard distant crash of glass echo in the darkness. Shaking, I got up with my candle to see what it was. I can see the shimmer of the light on the crystal picture frame my husband gave to me before he left. \"oh, sh*t !!!\". I put the candle on the floor to see how badly damaged the frame was. I saw shards of glass scattered across the oak floor. And the picture laying to the side of the mess. \"God, damn it\" I whispered, as I felt tears welling in my eyes. I wanted to clean it up...but figured that I would probably cut up my whole hand sweeping the glass into the dust pan. I walked back to my bed, but stopped to look out the window. I can see the lights from the apartment across the street. I can see a blue glow from the TV in the first floor window, where that wierd guy hangs a huge American flag from his window. My doorman said that the man stole it from some buliding downtown. It\'s been up for almost 4 years this December. Everyday you can see the shades of red, fade into a light pink. I can see it flying in the wind. \"Maybe it will fly away\". I wished. I continue to walk to my bed, and even though I wasn\'t that tired, I decided it best that I would just at least close my eyes. There was nothing else to do. The curtains started fluttering again in the wind. The wind must be getting stronger outside. Thunder followed the lightning flashes...\"just like the letter \"u\', always follows \"q\"\" I mumbled. I rolled my eyes as I remember my mom aways telling me that whenever it started to storm. I took my cotton covers and wrapped them around my waist. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Another clanking noise came from outside started. It was probably that lose drain pipe on the side of the building, bouncing off the brick. I closed my eyes...trying to forget everything. But the sounds from the storm and everything else seemed to never cease. I held my watch up to the candle next to me, 9:30. A half hour had passed. I closed my eyes again and covered them with my hands...that headache from the hangover never seemed to go away. Even after taking a couple of aspirin. I rubbed my eyes, and yawned. Maybe I was more tired than I thought. I felt myself dozing into a light sleep, when I woke up...noiticing the smell of flowers. I glanced around the room, confused, when another flash of lightinig illuminated the room. \"James? Is that you?\" I asked the darkness. I can see s shape of a man standing near the door. My heart jumped, as the lights in the apartment turned on. And there he stood in his uniform...with a bouquet of lilies in one hand and a packet of cigarettes in the other. \"I did not want to wake you...I thought you were sleeping\" he said, smiling. In a instant, I was out of bed and running over to James. He\'s finally came home !!! The war has been over for a couple of weeks, and since I never had the nerve to read the letters he sent from War...I had no clue he was on his way home. I threw my arms around his neck and stood there...just holding him. The whole night seemed such a waste...spending most of it in darkness...only to end up to be the happiest night of my life.