The beeping of the alarm clock is the only noise I hear as I awaken from my above average peaceful slumber. Sleeping is the only way I can calm down and worry about nothing nowadays.
I get up at rub my eyes, extracting all of the gunk off of them as I do every morning. I stand up and stretch, making sure I didnt sleep on anything funny and that nothing aches. Everything seems fine and I continue on with what I do every morning.
I walk over to the glass mirror looming over my wall, making sure that I at least look half presentable in order to even be able to walk downstairs. Although in my personal opinion I always look like a walking wreck, at least sometimes other peopls think of me differently.
I head out my room and sling a towel over my shoulder. Today seems to be going exactly as it should for a regular Wednesday. As soon as I say that I turn to the stairs and slip, falling all of the way down, landing awkwardly on my neck, thankfully it isnt broken but I doubt that anyone will care about that thanks to the amount of noise I had just created.
As if on cue, two of three other people come running into my view. The first one yells at me and asks what the hell I just did, whilst the other just stares at me and shakes their head dissapointedly. I dont take anything they say into consideration, and simply walk through them as if they were a gate and head on over to the bathroom, hoping the steam will fix this awkward morning.
I slam the door behind me on the way in hoping to drown out more of the pointless yelling coming from the other side. It goes quiet for a second before all hell breaks out and people start banging on the door asking what my problem is. I dont bother to answer them and instead get on with my showering, hoping to end this day faster.
After im done showering, I trapse back up to my room, hoping that I can at least find something decent to wear. Personally I dont care about my appearance but others do. I sling open my wardrobe and scour the inside for any lose but of clothing I can just throw on and be done with. I find a shirt and some jeans crumpled up at the bottom and pick them up. Letting my towel drop to the floor, I smile at my preperation and the fact that I never enter the bathroom with the hope of showering without taking a pair of boxers with me. I put on the jeans and throw on the shirt, completing the look with one of the many hats I have tucked away in my storage, and head downstairs once more to make something edible in order to not starve today.
I look up as I take the last step downstairs and see that no one is present. I dont worry about it as to be honest I really dont care and head over to the kitchen to make something. I am a simple person so I throw in some bread into the toaster and praise myself on what a good job I do at taking care of myself. I consume the "edible" food and try not to throw up afterwards, heading towards the door with everything I need in tow, hoping that at least it'll get better out there.
