The Messed Up universe

2: Jackson

I wake up scared out of my trousers, but nightmares aren't new to me. They're more like childhood flashbacks turned evil.

I see evil.

I have seen the fires of hell.

I know the presents of....

I'm getting carried away.
I stop thinking about my nightmares. I try to wake up, but failing terribly. I walk mostly still asleep to the bathroom and submerge my strawberry blonde hair in ice cold water.
Freezing cold.
Like -47° C.
Like how cold it is when you go ice fishing in the Yukon and you forget your heavy duty coat.

I brush my teeth. Shower. Put on some bright blue army print sweat pants and a white hoodie that says "girls night out!" In pink cursive. Just what every 19 year old guy should wear.
Well at least its what i wear.

For breakfast I enjoy some me-made crepes with me myself and I.
Mmm crepes. The thin sweet sweet pancake filled with sweet sweet berries and whipped cream with oh so sweet sweet ice cream on the side. Its sweet enough to make my teeth fall out.
But they won't, right?

My to do list today is nothing. Absolutely nothing. Plane old nothing. No-DA! No to do-oh.

My mind will just turn off and my eyes will watching the glass over the light that will create the vision on my 12 inch TV beside my bed. What will I watch? Maybe modern family or the big bang the--

I'm cut off. Who the heck cut me off! Must be someone who's so freaking rude. Like seriously I was In the middle of a life changing decision.

I look up to see my mother. Ugh, mother.

"You gotta go to school, you gotta get a job you Need to be productive and not sit here....." Blah blah blah. Her nosily high pitch voice irritates me. The poor women is already in her 40's and not aging well.