The dark clutches of fantasy and dreams had dropped me,realising me onto my cold bed.My heavy sleep deprived eyes getting adjusted to the crimson sky busting into my window.Pale knuckles pulling down the bleek and boring covers that formally sheltered me from this harsh reality.I smashed open my alarm,knocking it down to the floor.Getting up and leaving fantasy,joining the dark side.Shuffling down my hallway.Walking into my porcelain bathroom.Flickering the light on.Hating the brightness even more than the zombie in the mirror.Brushing my teeth as I realized a glimmer of blood had stained the sink in my own misery.Going to my prison cell of a room once more.Getting into my colorless uniform.After this grabbing my overweight backpack.Slapping it onto my back.Emotionless as it cracks some of my bones.Walking out once more to the kitchen this time,kissing my mother on the cheek.Grabbing a glass of milk only to realize it was rotten.The liquid guard onto my busted sneakers.Deciding it was best to just skip breakfast.Saying goodbye to my mother.Looking around my neighborhood,where everyone is the same.
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My morning
Mystery / ThrillerHowever you look at it we are all meant to die. That doesn't mean we need to make it easy for death to come knocking at our door.
