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8:18 Ꮧ.Ꮇ. — ᴬᴾᴿᴵᴸᴺᴵᴺᵀᴴ
SYLIS, a worn soul in the heart of Atlanta's unforgiving projects, stirred from unsteady sleep. The thin mattress beneath him sagged, mirroring the weight of his existence.
A rhythm of gunshots echoed through the thin walls of the poorly budgeted construction of the complex, the gunshots coming from the parking lot in front of his bedroom window. The harsh lullaby that had become all too familiar. He laid there unfazed, although he wondered if the perpetrators were strangers or neighbors—the distinction blurred in the concrete jungle where survival outweighed alliance.
With his night being fucked up, waking up to gunshots brought him to an aggravation, not even daring to look at the time on his phone to make the matters worse before he had to be at work for a long eight 8 hour shift.
Fluttering his eyes opened, he turned over on his back, his head facing his bedroom window, where his janky blinds allowed sun to shine through the thin slits from where the individual slats weren't aligned to overlay each other no more.
He exhaled deeply and decided he should get his day started, since the sounds of ear-piercing sirens would be further disturbing him at any given moment. He figured he could at least get in the shower and drown out some of the commotion with some warm water.
After his long shower, he walked around his apartment with a towel around his slim waist, his eyes focused on the weed he was in the process of getting rolled into a wood. His head bobbed to the music he played through his JBL speaker, continuing his efforts to drown out the noise outside of his unit. Once he finished pearling his blunt, he walked into his kitchen, turned on the stove and used one of the eyes to light it since he was short of his lighter. He always misplaced his lighter, either that or they grew legs and walked away as older folks used to say when they shit went missing. Either way, he always found himself having to spend a dollar at the corner store to re-up on another one, until next time.
