Suicide Note

An Average Saturday

I woke up in my messy, ruffled up bed. It's sheets were a tan colour that was somewhere between black and brown. I saw the sun from my window, it'd risen a bit into a plum purple, cotton-candy pink, tangy orange, and lemon-yellow sunrise.
I was feeling pretty good today, considering what had happened last night.

I got out of my bed, stepping on my ever-so-slightly fuzzy midnight blue slippers. I hesitantly slipped the slippers on, and walked out into the hallway, not without tripping on a few things on my pigsty of a floor first, obviously.

Trampling on my younger brother's clothes on the way down the stairs, I eventually made it to the kitchen. Now I normally don't have breakfast, but today I just felt like a nice, cold bowl of Cookie Crisps would make this day oh-so better.
I grabbed a plastic, rose red bowl from the cabinet and walked it over to the counter -where all of our cereal is- and poured some Cookie Crisps in, followed by some cold milk.

I brought the bowl to the table -along with a spoon, of course- and started eating delicately, treating the cereal as if it were some fancy chinaware. I wanted to savior the moment, duh.

As I took the last bite on the spoon, I chewed slowly, and then swallowed. This was a treat to me, and it lasted as long as I could make it last. I drank the rest of the milk from the bowl, then took it to the sink. I plopped it down in the sink, rinsing it with cold water, then putting it in the dishwasher.

I went back up to my room, and fell asleep again.