I jolted up right with heavy breathing and a heavy pain in my chest. Sweat ran down my scar covered forehead.
I looked ahead of me and on my dresser an alarm clock read "7:00 a.m.".
I laid back and relaxed. I whispered to myself,
"Finally a day off of work. My God I've been waiting months for this. "
I rolled over and finally took a deep breathe.
I need to pee. Why do I need to pee. Why is it, whenever I get comforable something disturbs me.
I get up and head to the bathroom.
I close the door and turn around. There's a mirror.
I look in the mirror and this is what I see
"Trash" haha. Just kidding.
Green eyes, Brown hair, about 5"8', White male.
I use the bathroom and walk out back to my bedroom. The bed is a nice pile of shit..I should make my bed...haha...messy pile of shit can wait.
I walk out of my room and down the stairs. My house is quiet nice. White walls, spotless glass windows, 2 stories, wooden linen closet with a polished granite counter top, 4 rooms up stairs, dark blue carpet with electric blue trim, and a chandelier hanging above the lowest landing on the staircase.
I finally get down stairs, I like taking my time on the stairs it's a relaxing deescalation.
I turn to my right and there's the kitchen, now the whole section of the house has a marble floor. Spotless as can be, minus the corner where my cat likes to leave the remnants of its winter wardrobe....
"Phoenix come here"
A Small bell jingles from the other side of the house and slowly gets louder.
I walk up to the granite counter and stare at the coffee machine.
In moments like this I kinda wish that I had someone to make the coffee for me. I reach out and grab my mug and fill it with coffee. Coffee makes everything better.
After getting my coffee I walk to the front door.
I grab the handle and open the door.
A bright light blinds me, and the sound of children playing echoes through my ears. I remember when I was their age...now I'm 27...and I live alone. It's amazing how fast time flies, it seems like just yesterday I was getting ready for graduation.
I walk out and grab the dew covered plastic case holding my newspaper. I shake it off and stare at the younger kids riding in the dead end street on their bikes. I smile and remember when I was a young boy, my father had taken me down the street. I was on my tricycle and my dumbass ran into a parked car..how smart I was.
He's been gone a few years now..a car accident took him...moms been gone too....
Kyle's nowhere to be found. Ive been alone minus a few genuine friendships. I don't talk about my family though.
I snapped back into reality and walked back to my door.
I open it and find Phoenix staring dead at me. He's been a little odd lately. I'm not sure why.
I walk in past my chairs and couch in the entry way, into the living room. I sit down and slide the paper out of the damp sleeve.
The headline reads "America Restoring Successfully After Nuclear War"
You know, how is it that the president messes up that bad.
I get up after reading the cover story and I set the paper down on the light oak table.
I look out the window and a feeling over comes me. Something isn't right.
I walk back up stairs and head to my room. As I walk down the hall the light rays from the spotless glass from above blind me with every passing glance.
I get to my room and open my door. Phoenix rushes past and lays on my bed.
Cats are stubborn. They are never ever not stubborn.
I pat my leg in hopes of getting Phoenix off my bed. He gets up and runs to me.
I walk over to the messy pile of sheets and finally start pulling my blanket back, as I reach the headboard to flatten my blankets Phoenix jumps onto them and sits down.
Fucking cat.
I pick Phoenix up and set him on the ground and finish making my bed.
I look around my room and realize, it's all a mess, but the bed looks better. That's all that counts. Yes. That's good.
I lay down. The ceiling has all kinds of poems on it, it's an odd place to put them but it's fine. I guess you could say in a cheesy sense my heads in the clouds.
I close my eyes and relax.
