Black. (working title)

The early morning darkness welcomes me into her arms, pure black. I sit in my beat-up, dark blue sedan. The engine rumbles beneath me as I sit and stare at my closed garage door. A cigarette in my right hand, window cracked, I have the radio on to restrain my thoughts, attempting to break from the bondage of my self-control.
It doesn’t work.
An image of their sweaty bodies explodes into my he

Black. (working title)