Morning routine

Refreshing the page once more, I grow tired of the meaningless task of checking my cold social media pages for I have no friends to view my boring existence. I find my eyes wandering over to the illuminating neon green lights of my alarm clock, as they almost scream *4:23AM*, I let out a soft sigh and close my laptop. I knew sleep would be a luxury this night wouldn't let me grasp, so I proceeded to lace up my disgusting shoes and old stained with time jeans, making my first route be the door. I stare at the chipped door frame in its darkest hue for some time before letting my hands grasp its knob and proceeding onward with my endless journey of possibilities at such early hours of the morning. It had just snowed previously the night before, but I haven't noticed until now. You see I'm what many call, a "hermit" you know the kinds, blinds drawn, never leaves the house, blah blah all that. I didn't care though, I have everything and everyone I want here in the confines of my abode and I do not wish to jeopardize that by leaving often. Walking through the flutters of snow from the previous night, I feel the urges for my vise come around me like a snake strangling it's prey. *Just where I left it* I thought, pulling the pack of familiar death sticks and igniter from my pocket. flick flick flick spark! the sizzling and drop of the ash was the only sound prominent to my ears, almost making them ring in silence.
There's just something about that first puff, the first inhale of death in the morning that makes me feel so alive and awake. Better than the alternative I guess, maybe.
I mumble to myself just as this new light blinds my eyelids from a far.
"Hot coffee, snacks, gas!"
This enormous sight practically blinded me
But my intrigued mind pondered, maybe just a quick stop on my route through the dark abyss of the night.
I walk carefully, and contently,
Not even drawing attention to the young clerk who was just about half awake at the counter through the window.
I read the window papers and flyers,
"Lost dog reward"
"Guitar lessons"
But one flyer in particular pulled a string on my nerves.
"Claire Ferguson" 5'1" ,15 years old, blonde hair blue eyes, last seen on 11/03/15 near local bank at around 6:00am" "please help" "call this number"
Hmm I said allowed, poor family.
Such a hardship to loose a human being you draw so close too.
My mind skipped the thought of the flyer once the cup of coffee steamed my face like a sauna, the smell of coffee was enough to make me not regret my morning walk.
I hand the exhausted clerk my little amount of human currency charms and was on my way, to what though? Endless possibility's swam through my head, anything could be done, I could do anything.
I settle on the alternative motives, onward back the once traveled way home, my footprints in the snow lead me like stars in the sky navigate sailors to home.
With this new perspective in my route, I notice more and more flyers of the same kind, "missing! Claire Ferguson!"
"Help find Claire!"
Wow, I thought to myself.
This family really wants their kid back.
I grinned and laughed at the thought of a family, like anyone would wanna bear my children, but I digress and continue on through the winds.
*5:00AM* my watch beeps at me, like it was henpecking me as such females have done in the past.
I smack it with great force, showing it I understand it's messages.
That aggravating beep rings my ears,
I just want silence, forever.
At last I can see my home, all it is now be a familiar sight in the distance, and a welcomed one for that matter.
I think of nothing more, than the key turning the lock and warmth consuming me once I get into my safe abode.
Once I reach my door, I fish for my keys,
Just like hundreds of times prior.
*click* *creeeeeeak*
Ahh, I sigh.
Placing the contents of my pockets and hands onto my table, I know what must come next for this early day.
Breakfast. It's time to feed my hungry mouths of the amazing beings who reside happily with me, this puts a smile on my face every time I see their reactions.
As usual, 4 plates were required for the meal ahead,
The clink and spurr of the dog kibble fills the shape of the plate beautifully. Oh silly me, I forgot to add the meat!
It's my special ingredient! And they always love every bite.
This brings me great pleasure to see them so involved with my breakfast, they love it. Such good friends I have right here, with me. And only me.
I carefully carry down all 4 plates downstairs to my little corner of the world, my favorite area, my favorite spot. My friends hear the footsteps straying from my boots and come to life once again! To feast!
*flick*
The dark room is soon extremely lit with the bright fluorescent lighting fixtures I have arranged so carefully, so I can see everyone, together, together here with me.
I lay the plates onto the small table and sit.
"Come my friends, let us eat!"
"PLEASE STOP"
"YOU WILL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS"
"LET US GO"
"ARAGGGH" I yell as though my leg feels like it has been cut off.
I look down at my former friend, now enemy who will be in tomorrow's breakfast I claim.
Claire that was not very nice of you" I exclaim, grasping her throat with all my might.
"I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS" I scream
*SNAP*
And just as though she was here, poof, gone.
"Damn"I exclaim now, I've lost another one.
Well friends! Never mind Miss Ferguson, let's eat!
Tears fall like a leaky pipe, my friends are crying. But they must be tears of joy! Yeah that's it! Oh such great full people I have right here, with me, all for me.
They won't ever leave me! I love them all so much, from their tears, to their flesh and bones.
But I digress, their families shouldn't have taken them for granted, letting them out so early in the morning.
I mean, what kind of sick being abducts little girls at such early hours?
Guess we'll never know,
I laugh aloud, and continue eating my meat hunks, with next mornings walk already engraved into my brain, my path, my methods, And my new friend to be. All for me.