Jonny stepped out of the shower, wiping the drops off his face and reaching for the towel. Slowly he dried his face and the rest of his body, deep in thought. He got dressed and then looked at his pale reflection in the bathroom mirror. He looked ill and unhappy, his hair hanging down at weird angles and his eyes glaring vaguely at the surroundings. Jonny had not slept well for days, being haunted in dreams. He just wished it would stop. But it went on every night and he just couldn't figure out where it was coming from. A knock on the door.
Jonny turned around abruptley and was pondering.
There it was again. A knock.
It was just a knock.
Carefully he moved over to the door and opened it, only to stare at the face of his worried friend. He was so beautiful.
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