the excess material of chloé faux

There was a box of tissues in here but he had no idea where. The first place he would look was always under the bed knowing there would only be darkness. He would climb onto the bed. He would lie on his stomach, searching blindly with an arm wedged between the wall and the bed. He would then pull off blanket and shake it. He would yank the stool from its corner. He would look behind the toilet. He would run a hand over the windowsill. Today though he didn’t do any of these things. Today he just lit another cigarette. Today he was sure that the bleeding would stop tomorrow. Tomorrow he would be pricked even though he had already bled.