An Odd Day

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Morning

"Urghh," morning. I was able to take one day off, but now I have to return to work. "And of course, my boss ensured that half my night was filled with screams.". You have to wonder if he ever gets any sleep. Maybe I'm the only one whom he spends time with, yelling like that. "Maybe he really does have a crush on me," perhaps he's actually calling more of us at once and either I'm the fool choosing to respond, or he yells the same at everyone. "It's not like he lets me talk, so it might make sense actually. Huh.".

After a quick pee and a cold shower to awaken my body, I watch a bit of news as I eat something quickly. "Bread, apple and honey," simple yet so efficient. You get slow burning carbs and fast burning carbs in one go. The news say- *We are still investigating the mass murder. As of now we have these three prime sus-* nothing of value. "Looking at those faces, I can tell," they're living too well to be that guy. He seemed homeless, perhaps malnourished. "I should brush my teeth, ensure my hair is properly brushed too".

"Now I must dress myself. Let's see.". The same twelve old suits. The only differing factor is the tie and the way I make the tie knot. "Enough diversity in my routine to make my heart skip a beat, before I see-nevermind actually," she's gone. For the week being at least, since that's how long they usually keep those barriers up. "I would dare to go once more. But after my close encounter with death, I better stand still for a while.". If I have to avoid my beloved, I may as well choose a different route to work. Let's see what Guugle has to say.

10 minutes later

"Green and red shines upon it at times. The yellow painted stripes on the black pavement are akin to gold on black marble. The length, just perfect.". This crosswalk should provide the right amount of dopamine I so desperately need in the morning. "And the road I must take will allow me to be two minutes late. Ughh," the satisfaction. The traffic lights are something I'm not really accustomed to. "Although, now that I think about it. How come the crosswalk in the middle of the city didn't have any?" I guess that part may have become the middle some later time. "As it can be the case with old cities like this one.".

"Around the narrow end...through the loop...then through the...knot!" First try too! Wait..."this isn't good is it.". It should take me at least four to five tries, before either giving up, or tie it awkwardly. You may think that after I did it so many times wrong, eventually, like now, I would get it right. But that's not it. Of course I know how to tie a tie. The problem is, my brain usually automatically disables that knowledge as a measure of ensuring I arrive later at work. "However, for some reason, it decided otherwise today," and it's not like I have control over my subconscious. "It can be a variety of factors. From the close death encounter, the loss of my muse, to the very fact that I have these new powers.".

Whatever the reason is, it might cause a disruption in the natural flow of things. "And like time travel, where even if you move a leaf from its place, everything can fall apart," so can this lead to wild outcomes. "Maybe I worry over nothing. Afterall, all I do today is going to work, so it can't be that bad.".

30 minutes later

Let's see. I have to keep going forward. This skatepark to my left reminds me of when me and my friends used to play outside. "Those were the good, young days. Now they're far gone, and all that's left is a former shell of the vigorous youth I once was.". If only I could tell these youngsters what's ahead of them, make them understand the deep suffering they might endure. "Anyway," just a bit further down this street and my new-"This smell, coming from just around the skatepark," it's the smell of a hundred million children dying at the same time. Looking to my left..."there's the culprit," a used condom, almost tainting this place where youth gathers to feel alive. "Perhaps some youth felt a bit too alive during the night," those punks.

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