Livid Life

What happened?

That's weird. My sheets are white, not blue. (Not that I mind, white is so plain). I kicked of my covers and rose out of bed, shivering as the cold air hit my bare legs. I trudged over to my closet, but ran into the wall. All the drowsiness faded, and I was wide awake. I looked around, startled, until my eyes finally rested on the plain white door leading into my closet. It was only a few feet away from where I originally thought it was. I reached for the knob and opened the door. I grabbed a pair of joggers, pulled my favorite hoodie on over my head, and started heading out of my room. I paused for a moment and took a deep breath. There was a faint scent of lemons that was covering the smell of death and despair. Probably one of those stupid air fresheners that my sister always has plugged into the walls. Don't even wanna bother figuring out where it was. I just started walking again. I reached the top of the stairs and looked through the windows. It was still dark out. Not that there's anything supernatural about that, but I suddenly got a strange feeling. If it's night time, why can I still see? I pondered that thought as I went down and into the kitchen. Maybe it's because of all the carrots I've been eating. I read somewhere that they help you see in the dark. Or maybe it's Magic. JK. There's no such thing. Just trying to scare you. Or am I? Ha! Got you again! But seriously, what is going on? First my sheets change colour, then I run into the wall, and finally, I suddenly have night vision. Guess it must be one of those days. Probably just hallucinating. I always get crazy when I'm hungry (though, if you ask my friends, they'll say I'm always crazy. Whatever guys). But back to my stomach. It's empty, so it needs food. Period. End of story. I open the fridge, and pull out my favourite. Milk. Oh, and cereal from the cupboard. Did I forget to mention that? I grab a bowl and spoon and sit down to eat. It takes about three bowls until I'm slightly less hungry, but I stop anyways (don't wanna sound fat, ya know?).  I grab my phone and start iMessaging my friend. I know. Pathetic. My parents won't let me have any social media, so I text people the old fashion way. What next, gonna make me write them a letter? I get a text back instantly. Apparently he never gets any sleep. Our conversation goes a little like this (mind the mistakes, I'm a horrible typer):

Me: hey

Him: yo

Me: have u any idea what time it is

Him: 2:27 in da mornin

Me: why r u txting me so late

Him: u started it

Me: whatevr man, u doing anything 2day

Him: ya, goin to Edmonton u

Me: idk, that sux. Hoping we could quad or sumthing

Him: sry, would if I could

Me: np cya

And that's it. Guess that plans down the drain. To bad. I pressed on one of my games to pas the time. Without warning, Phantom of the Opera started blasting upstairs. Who the hell would be up at this ungodly hour? Other than me of course. We already established that I'm crazy. But someone else? Then, as suddenly as I came on, it went out. Whoever turned it on probably looked at the clock. Must of assumed it was morning with how easy it was to see. I stopped thinking about it. That's just the way teenage boy's brains are. If you don't care, it didn't happen. There was only one thing on my mind. The giant beanbag chair in front of me. I flipped onto it, managing only to land on my back and fall off. I stood back up, looking around everywhere to make sure no one was around to see it (it didn't occur to me that no one else was awake. I mean, duh!). Nobody here. Good. It didn't happen. It wasn't until I was curled up on the chair that I thought shouldn't that have hurt? Now, I'm no Bill Nye, but I'm about 99% sure that hitting your head on the ground hurts. I speak from experience. Many, many experiences. Then something clicked. It sounded insane, but I was just about convinced. I need just one more thing to seal it. I took the thumbtack that had miraculously appeared in my hand, and stabbed it into my knee. Yep. No pain, and when I took it out, no blood. I knew what was wrong. I'm dreaming.

A/n Dun dun dun! I have no idea where this story is going. It's basically just an adventure I've always wanted to have, but never did. Mind the grammar and spelling mistakes, i don't care bout them. If auto correct doesn't fix it, then neither will I.