Alone At Last

4

Beep.

"Gabe, please answer your phone. You have a phone for a reason. Call me."

Beep.

Apparently I have the ability to sleep through everything.

I knew this as a fact from when I was living at home. In college, I had to use my phone's alarm, an alarm clock, the kitchen timer, and a bulldozer just to get me out of bed.

And somehow, I'd still be late to all my classes.

Okay. Not all. But most.

At least my morning ones.

My dreams were what kept me stuck in bed. Like a massive black hole. No, not vivid, wonderfully colorful dreams. There's nothing there. I sleep and sleep, seeing flickers of what might be, but then it's gone before I can grasp it.

So I'm stuck chasing my dreams. Fast asleep.

I wait for them to come alive. They rarely do. But, when they do. Boy, is it something. That's where I get my inspiration from.

Lately, it's disappeared.

Man, I need a job.

I need to get out of the apartment.

This room.

This place that sucks away my dreams.

I love being alone, but I need to find a change of scenery. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.

There.

I penciled it in. I'll do it tomorrow.