Michael's POV
Outstanding silence, wonderful peace, and everything that could ever make one happy is suddenly destroyed by the reality of the ear piercing ring of a hammer slamming against two bells audible for a mile. Still seeing nothing but the black emptiness of the inside of two eyelids I slam my hand down on the clock with precision and instantly the room is silent once more. My eyes slowly crack open not making a difference since this room seems as dark as the room my eyes are emerging from. With what seems to be self-torture I drag myself out of the confines of my bed and sit on the edge. “Why did make myself get up this early?” I ask myself under my breath. Details of the room are starting to come into view starting with an empty cup and bottles at my feet. The carpet feels slightly oily as the dark fibers wrap around my toes. Thick stale air fills my lungs while I lean over to grab a shirt off the floor. The first one to meet my fingers is my old track and field polo. I close my mouth and inhale deeply with my nose against the fabric and throw it on. Who am I trying to impress anyway? I finish dressing myself from the assortment of cloths which has now become one third my floor and looked for my shoes. Taking a step to the right I hear a crunch. The sound was partnered with a sharp pain coming from the bottom of my foot. Lifting it revealed a small porcelain figurine which, thanks to me, has just been shattered never to be enjoyed again. Wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. My left shoe was peering out from underneath a piece of paper next to the severed legs of the tiny person. I lift it and notice something shiny inside. The decapitated head of the figurine was staring at me from inside the shoe. Its deep blue eyes and unrealistic ear-to-ear grin were mocking me. My plain brown eyes blankly stared at its impossibly white teeth, which showed in full, for some time while my mind wonders. What is the back story of this little person? Why it is so happy and what made him feel that way? Wondering if it knew this was its fate would it still be this happy? After filling my head with possible scenarios of the life of an inanimate object I locate my other missing shoe and walk towards the door. I’m careful to avoid the obstacle course which has become my floor. Hanging on the inside of the door is a calendar. With my left hand I grab a marker and scribble in the box that makes it officially a new day. I then open it and walk through.
Hope you likeing my story so far, ill write somemore tomrrow. ~xxbatman_xx
