Where to begin. Or should I say, when to. There isn't really a good way for me to start, though I'm not implying my current choice is somewhat bad. Nevertheless, as I try to come about a way to tell you this story I'm merely delaying the impending beginning of this magnificently and cleverly titled book or in this case a digitally enhanced web novella. Now an interesting fact about this would be tha--
Shut up.
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I've done it again haven't I?
Well I'm not sure you can say "done it again" when this is the first story you're posting on here.
Well I could have written something similar before.
No you haven't.
And how could you possibly know that?
Because I'm you, you idiot.
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The dull shade of yellow shining from the bedside lamp tinted the white room ever so hideously. But every light bulb that has ever been screwed into that lamp would always shine with this ugly yellow color that it became ordinary. So ordinary that I began to like it. The color was in fact not too appealing but it gave me a sense of warmth and safety. I'll admit to still having the lights on after dark but I'm in no way saying I'm afraid of it. I'm not a child. I swear. It's just that if someone were to break into my room I would want to see what they looked like before I broke in their face with one of my sheathed swords scattered around my room. That's right. It's called being prepared. Some mistake it for paranoia but I assure it's prepared-ness. Google it.
I stared up at the ceiling, watching the yellow color slowly fade away to its usual white. Only now do I realize how long I've been staring. Far too long. I sat up blurry-eyed and sore, cracking my neck and back to ensure the aches were temporary. The sounds of it were slightly disgusting but it was a feeling of bliss as my joints could finally breath. Boy, do I sound old. I haphazardly toss the many blankets off to the side of the bed-- oh holy crap it's cold. I quickly take the many blankets from the side of the bed and wrap myself in them once again. The warmth of the layers reminded me of the dream I was having before I woke up. Slowly, my body began to inch its way down onto the bed. I couldn't say no to the warmth besides I was already wrapped up like a caccoon. I turned onto my side and shut my eyes. Whatever responsibilities I had could wait a little a longer. It was only, what, eight in the morning? Yeah it could wait. I snuggled into my pillow and fell asleep again. Without any worries. A yawn escaped my lips but in the midst of it I heard another sound. My eyes shot open and I paused to hear it once more for confirmation. A short debate brawled within my mind before I shot out of bed, exited my bedroom, raced down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
What to eat.
