The cold crisp air seemed to perce the morning lips of what seemed to be a never ending rant of lost sleep .Ralph didnt seem to get sleep anymore just layed there in bed with buisy thoughts and cunfusion filling his heart with wrenching discufort.
Somtimes the very thought of coming home at night after getting off shift just chilled ralph to the bone was it only him that felt this deep of an off putting sensation that he would literallly cry himself to sleep in his mental mind .
The scraching sound of a tree branches pitter patter hummmed agians the thin glass off his bed room door .His sheets were red his rug was red every thing was like some strang creepy monitone of blood red muck .Often this buisy mind would seem to force ralph into this ocean of though were there was no one elts in the world but ralph and this blood red room .Like he would kreep up to his window and look out but there would be nothing but blank white evry thign was dead ecept Ralph .
Morning came and the familoiar screem of the song bird sound of was a never ending wake up call from a cockudoodall alarm clock peirced ralphs tired ears as he sat up from his sleepless night and continued to the shower .Saturday mornings werent much diffrent then say a monday morning he just got up for work like any other and did his morning dutys like any average person .There wasnt really nothing paticularrily exiciting abound the life of the sort of averageosity that came with most people at least thats were Ralphs imagination would lead him to beleve.