Dark

It's dark, really dark. I cannot see. I cannot see the sun. I cannot see my friends. I cannot see my family. Good. I would not want to see them.
      I am in my room. I am lying in bed. My bed is uncomfortable. The sheets are thin, and so is the pillow.
      I do not want to get up. I am tired. Getting up is tiring. Even so, thinking about it is too.
      What am I going to do today? I forget. Probably cause it is unimportant. Maybe it is important, not to me, not right now. I am tired.
      I stay up to late. That is a problem. But when else am I to entertain myself?
      Everything is boring, just like them.
Having my eyes closed is uncomfortable now. I do not like it. I open them. It is still dark. I like it.
      I still do not get up. I feel stiff though. I move my arms, then my legs, slightly better. It is hot in here. I kick off the thin blanket; it falls to the floor. It makes a soft noise. I sit up. I push the pillow against the wall, and I lay against it.
     I sigh. I guess it's time.