What a weird little guy Octo is! No ones ever seen his caregiver before. How COOL is that!? Though, its not like he needs one anyways, Octo gets by just fine. Any little would feel incompetent just standing next to him. But what they dont realize, i...
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Octo
I didn't want to wake up this morning. I just wanted to laze around in bed all day. I just wanted to fall deeper into sleep. I just wanted to dream a bit more.
Alas. God said "lol no"
Today had to be a functioning day. I had to get a move on.
I blinked my eyes open and yawned.
My blanket that was resting on top of my head suddenly got sucked into my mouth as I took in a deep breath. All available airways got cut off and I began to cough and choke.
I shot my arms up and pulled of the sheet. I was still coughing and gasping for breath but at least my time hadn't come.
Realizing I could breath properly now, I kicked off the rest of my blanket and tumbled out of bed. Thank goodness my hard wood floor was there to break my fall. I reached for the remote for the air conditioner and switched it off. The room began warming.
Feeling a little less drowsy, I stood up and dug through my sheets for my phone. From the looks of it, the battery had been drained because the alarm had gone off, and hadn't stopped ringing since. It was just a dumb alarm I set two weeks ago and forgot to reset. It wakes me up everyday at 5:00 am without fail, except this time I slept through it. Wonder why?
"Come on, dude." I mumbled, realizing my phone would have to charge all day and I wouldn't be able to use it.
Iphones were overrated anyways.
I plugged it in and waited for the green bar to pop up. It read 18%.
"Awesome. I'll only have to wait a fortnight for this one" I joked to myself.
Since sleep wasn't on the table anymore I decided to go brush my teeth. The bathroom was right next to my room on the left so I could just pop in and out.
I shimmied into some shorts and walked outside. The air smelled faintly of clementine and strawberries. Guess Dad's back on his health kick.
I opened the door and went over to the sink. Looking up, I caught myself in the mirror and couldn't help but smirk.
I had days where I liked my face and then days where I could have sworn I was auto-sexual. It does things to a person, when they love their look.
I ran a hand through my short red hair, admiring how it sat on top of my head. Is this being narcissistic? I don't think so.
Think of it as a daily self esteem boost. We all need those.
After washing up, I put on my slippers and made my way down the stairs. As I passed the living room I herd Dad yelling curses at the T.V.
"Tu tinn mac soith!!! Feicfidh me fucking tu a mharu, a choisleann tu dom!?" he spat at the screen.
I stopped for a second to try my luck at translating, but to no avail. Whatever he said flew right over my head.
