ZENOVIA

4-Lazybone

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              I shot up from my laying position with my arm stretched up in the air in an attempt to protect myself from the monster from my nightmare. My breathing was coming over fast, shallow and heavy as I was drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding so hard that it felt as if it was about to pound out of my chest. I stare at my hands in front of me in my pitch-dark room, I could sense they were trembling in fear I was feeling; My stomach was twisting in an unpleasant manner making me feel sick. The temperature in my room dropped to a degree where I could see my breath in a white mist in front of me.

What the hell was that dream? Dream?

No, no, I meant nightmare. How could I have a nightmare that felt so real to the point that I woke up feeling like this? Never in my life has something like this happened. This feeling was alien and dreadful for me, to wake up feeling this terrified. I didn't know what I could do to help myself calm down and stop shaking. I wanted to cry and honestly, I feel like I deserve to cry. These emotions were overwhelming.

In what world was it necessary for me to dream about something like that? What was the meaning behind a dream that dreadful? A monstrous creature-looking beast that appeared to be forged in the fires of hell. That was twice my height-

TWICE MY HEIGHT???? WHAT???

NO!! It was more than that. It was huge, massive, scary- scary? No... petrifying. No, no, no words could describe how scary it was.

However, words could describe how it looked, it was massive in height and its fur was midnight black (darkest of nights) in color. Its eyes...... the color of its eyes... the red... blood red... the way they glowed in my direction, sent spine-chilling chills down my lower abdomen. How it took only four or fewer steps to lunge at me. I had zero chance to survive that in real life.

Also, about the thick saliva from its mouth. How could saliva be so thick and white?

I closed my eyes hugged my knees against my chest buried my head in them taking very deep breaths calming, collecting myself and my sanity.

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After my well-deserved mental breakdown, I found the courage to leave my bed and peeped the time on my bed stand clock and it read 5:27 am. I didn't even get much sleep even though I was bone tired. My room was pitch dark with no light resources in it. It hadn't come to mind turning the light on or even the night lamp I had on my bed stand. My curtains were shut, not giving the moon the chance to dim some light in my room.

I released a sigh placing my feet on the cold hard floor and pushed myself up from the bed. I stretched myself a little, my body felt stiff. Carefully, without tripping or stumbling onto the stuff that was laying on the ground considering the messy state my room was in when the lights were on, I made my way to the bathroom.

I opened the bathroom door before going inside. I stretched my hand on the wall slowly patting the titles in search of the switch when my fingers encountered it. I clicked it and the lights came on blinding me in the process. I blinked my tired eyes shaking my head. Even though I didn't drink as much I still felt a slight hangover. I went inside the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror.

I stared at my reflection, and nothing has changed from how I looked a few hours ago when I was preparing for bed. I still looked as tired as I was, and my eyes were still feeling as if I borrowed them seeing as how they were staring back at me.

I twisted the tap open; the water came streaming down, it was cold at first but slowly it warmed up a bit. I placed my hands beneath the tap in a bowl-like manner then bent down to splash water on my face. I did it a couple of times before reaching for the towel and then damped my face dry then hung the towel back where it was. Taking a last look at myself, turning the lights off. I left the bathroom.

I didn't need light to know that my room was a mess with all the clothes and shoes laying all over the floor and chairs, also because I felt a piece of cloth underneath my feet and I was going to be completely honest with myself; I had zero energy in me to spare to pick up all those clothes on the ground.

I was exhausted.

Therefore, I walked over and stepped on them as I had been doing the past days, back to lie down in bed.

I knew I wasn't going to fall back to sleep since my tired eyes had zero sleepiness in them which sucked because I so badly wanted to go back to sleep. I took my phone from the bed stand and shifted a bit trying to get in a comfortable position before starting to scroll on social media as any mentally ill teenage struggling with insomnia would.

I wished I had a mindset that would allow me to go for morning jogs to clear out my mind and get some fresh air because I needed that right now. Unfortunately, that wasn't that unfortunate I lacked the brain cells, yet I didn't lack the brain cells that allowed me to lay in my bed for countless hours scrolling on three different socials and changing between them under a certain amount of time.

Plunked my earphones in and started playing music in hopes it would silence the thoughts racing in my head and make me forget about the nightmare.

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A couple of hours passed, by 'couple' I meant just two hours. I still laid in bed watching Netflix in the process to finish a k-drama that I started watching a few days ago. I was laying on my stomach and arm with my hand in my pants, the reason being it was a comfortable position to lay on. My other hand supported my phone to hold it, so I could watch without it falling.

What made me come back to reality was that my empty stomach has been growling beautiful choruses on how it wanted to be fed and this time it didn't seem to want to stop releasing new singles on the 'I'm hungry feed me' album. However, I didn't blame my stomach for growling like this, I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning and the meal was an apple and iced coffee and then I drank with Sam.

I don't think this was healthy or good for my body anyhow.

I was feeling too lazy to get up so, I decided after I finished this episode which was finishing in 45 minutes. I would get up and get myself something to eat.

°An hour later° (It took her a while to get out of bed.)

I was still in bed, battling with my strength to get me up. However, my body was exhausted to the point I found it difficult to leave my bed. The little hangover I had too didn't make things any easier. I groaned switching positions and laying on my back facing my blank roof. 

Nonetheless, with all the struggles, my stomach was also not giving up on twisting and turning in an unpleasant manner. She was starved and she wanted to be fed. 

Unsatisfied, that I had to leave my bed because of my basic human needs, I got up from bed and picked up one of the sweatpants from the floor that look decent and a hoodie then I clothe myself.

I took a jacket and tagged it on then I left my apartment. The thought of making my breakfast crossed my mind. However, I also thought about the privilege of getting free breakfast at my auntie's diner across from my flat. The only hard work I had to do was, getting out of bed, getting dressed, and walking there.

I was going to admit it with no shame, I was lazy bone.

*Sigh*

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I'm back and omg!!!!!........ I have NO idea what I'm going to write about. My writing engine is shut and full of dust. I'm still trying to fire it up and zoop....... 

Hope you like this chapter that has been chilling in my OneDrive for several months straight edited and ready to post...... One thing about me is disrespectful to my own dreams... Glad to be able to make it up by having a chapter to post!

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