My eyes opened, 'was that a dream?' I thought to myself. I felt funny this morning, I must be a little hungry.
I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. I decided on having eggs. I grabbed the last two eggs out of the almost empty fridge.
Moving the empty beer bottles off the counter, I grabbed the cleanest pan and cracked my eggs on the rusting side of the pan before I dumped them in, listening to the sizzle.
I carried the bottles to the recycle bin outside. When my father died, he gave all his wealth to my mother so she could raise me, but instead she buys alcohol and cigarettes and she goes gambling. But I survive.
As I take my first bite into my eggs, I can taste the gooey yolk, just the way I like it. When I finish I brush my teeth. "My hair is a mess." I mumble to myself. As I reach for the comb, I feel nothing, it's not there, when I look up at the mirror, I notice it is instead floating before my eyes. A grab it quickly and comb my hair. I rush out the door to catch my bus, thinking nothing of it.
