It's not a properly formed word so much as an explosion of air, a frustrated sigh. The gist is the same. Suddenly, I feel the need to stand. I sit up, groping through the tangle of sheets to find my pants.
"When I showed up here, everything was..." I search for the right word and it's so obvious I don't know why it didn't come to me immediately. "Quiet. Bland."
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It's not a properly formed word so much as an explosion of air, a frustrated sigh. The gist is the same. Suddenly, I feel the need to stand. I sit up, groping through the tangle of sheets to find my pants.
"When I showed up here, everything was..." I search for the right word and it's so obvious I don't know why it didn't come to me immediately. "Quiet. Bland."