Insanity

A Day at Work

I jolted awake to the high pitched beeping of my alarm clock. I quickly hit the off button to shut it up (Note to self, turn down the volume). Looking at the clock, I noticed it was 5:30am. I slowly creeped out of bed as I left the warmth of my blankets. I didn't want to leave the coziness, but work came first.

My bed was in the middle of the room, up against the back wall. To the left is a small, wooden nightstand with an alarm clock and a lamp on it. Past that was a window with a desk under it. To my right there were drawers full of folded clothing. The floor was a cold, hard oak wood. Across from my bed was the door out of my room. Next to the door, to the right, was a closet with a set of double doors that led to hung clothing and empty hangars.

I shivered as my foot hit the cold, wooden floor. Because of this, I decided to drag a warm blanket with me to my closet. I walked over and opened the doors. I blinked in the dark, looking for my dark grey sweater. As I waited for my eyes to adjust a bit more, I decided to feel around for the soft, sort of itchiness of the outside of it. I soon gave up and walked to my right, heading to the door. Next to it was a light switch. When flipped, the bright lights of my room turned on. I hissed and winced away from it, squinting my eyes against the bright light. What was once a dark room was now filled with bright light. I hated it.

I walked back over to my closet and pulled out my dark grey sweater and lab coat. I walked back and set both of them on my bed. Walking to the left, I ended up in front of many drawers. I opened one of them to find a black pair of jeans and set them next to the other clothing I had gotten out. I also grabbed a pair of socks.

I set down the blanket I had been dragging with me and shivered in the cold stillness of the air. So I quickly put on my sweater, jeans, and socks to avoid the cold. I yawned, rubbed my eyes, grabbed my lab coat, and walked out of my room, turning off the lights as I left.

I walked down the hall and turned right after a couple moments to enter the bathroom. I opened the door, walked in, and closed it. My hand flicked on the light switch as I flinched at the light again. My eyes blinked lots against the harsh, bright light. But I needed to see.

I walked in front of the mirror to the sink and grabbed a toothbrush with some toothpaste. I started brushing my teeth, closing my eyes and daydreaming. The next thing I knew there was toothpaste running down my mouth. I quickly spat out the toothpaste and cleaned my brush. After that, I looked back into the mirror. My eyes widened as I leaned forward slightly.

There was a bit of a black figure sticking out from behind the shower curtain. I instantly froze, not wanting to alarm the thing that I noticed it was there. My hand reached up to rub my eyes. When they opened again the figure was gone. I slowly opened a drawer and pulled out a knife that had been stashed there by myself long ago. I slowly crept towards the shower curtain, once I had gotten there I threw it back and pointed with my knife, but nothing was there. Whatever I had seen was probably an illusion.

I put the knife back and grabbed a rubber band to pull back my messy hair (which was kind of metallic itself and could stay in certain positions for a long while). Afterwards, I walked out of the bathroom, turning off the lights and closing the door.

I walked down the hallway for a couple more seconds and appeared at a crossroad in the area. There was an offshoot to the right and the kitchen to the left, as well as if I walked forward a few more steps I would be in the living room.

I turned to my left, entering the kitchen. I walked to the fridge, looking inside. It was a mess. I closed it and quickly checked all the windows in the area, one of the hatches on one had been broken off. A burglar had stolen a bit of our food and who knows what else. I walked to the front door and jiggled the door knob, it was still locked.