This is life.

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Jason Cosmos+

I wake up to Coco sitting uncomfortably on my face. I grunt as I push her off, she is getting rather big to be sleeping with me now. I hear her meow in annoyance when she rolls off the pillow. I feel her dip onto the mattress with a tumble that surly shook her out of her lazy state. She paws my jaw gently to wake me up and I groan. "Sleeping in my bed is one thing but sleeping on my face? No." I grumble as I turned my back to her. I rubbed my face and sighed, looking at the clock. 4:30am.

I should try and get more rest, in a few hours I'd be tired again already. I settle back into bed, pulling the comforter up to under my arm as I close my eyes. Soon I hear my doorbell buzz, my eyes rip open. 8:23am. I guess not too soon then. Who the hell is showing up at my doorstep so early in the morning? I feel blindly on my bedside table to find the remote, once I do I turn on the screen on the wall. I sit up to look and I almost crush the remote. Pressing onto the speaker button of the remote, I speak into it. "Why the fuck are you at my doorstep?" I demanded. She looked down at her feet for a second. "Well hi to you too," She muttered.

"Out with it, I'm not in the mood." I said. She sighed. "How are you doing?" She asks. "How am I doing?" I repeat surprisingly. "I haven't seen you in over half a year, you never apologised for breaking up my engagement and putting my fi-Sub into a coma, you didn't seem to notice or care of her existence even when she went missing and now you choose to ask how I am doing?" I growled. "Yes." She said simply. I watched through the camera as she rubbed her hands together. "It's bloody cold; can I come in, please?" She asks. I scoff.

"Why on earth do you think I would even consider letting you inside of my home?" I spit. "Jason I know you don't like me because of what I did but for once-" "You've got that right." I interrupt. "Not only do I not like you, I despise you with a burning passion so strong that I can't even find it in me to give you a chance to talk. Get out of my life, I never want to see or hear of you again.

You out of all people would know why. Get off my property and don't you dare ring that doorbell or else you will regret ever trying to, do whatever it is you're doing right now, which I doubt is to 'make piece' of any sort. You've had all this time so I really don't want to hear whatever excuse or soppy story you have to gain my attention because from now on, you won't be getting anything from me, get that through your fucking head." I say to her before turning off the camera. I through the remote back onto the bedside table and rub my eyes in frustration before looking at the clock. 8:31am. I should get ready for my session right about now.

I pull the comforter off of myself before stretching while standing up and entering the bathroom. I begin stripping from my pyjamas then throwing them in the now overflowing hamper. I shrug to myself. I need to do some laundry tonight. Better yet I'll get Chad to do it. He always does everything I ask, he probably won't mind. He shouldn't anyway, he's my PA. I cringe remembering Jackson. My dream from a few weeks ago became a reality after a couple of days; it wasn't heartbreaking to let him go. Besides, I much like Chad, he does a good job. I step into the large shower, closing the door behind me before turning on the water. I lean against the glass wall heavily, feeling exhausted as the water rained down on my tired body.

Eventually I clean myself idly, seeing as I don't want to spend a whole hour soaking in here like I did last time. I rinse the soap off and don't bother washing my hair; I'll wash it later on tonight. Soon my thoughts go where I don't want them to and I find myself gritting my teeth in aggravation. It's been 11 days now since they gave up. Eric still tries to call me, but I'm still too mad at him. Not only about giving up, but also with the whole waking-up-hand-cuffed-to-a-hospital-bed incident. Speaking of the incident, I remind myself I have a session very soon. I wipe the steam off of the shower glass and catch sight of the clock above the large mirror on the other side of the room. 8:46am. I only have 16 minutes to get ready before I have to see the Doctor.