wanderlustinglove

A Quiet Desperation
2002-06-04 07:58:18 (UTC)

The Life of Mr. Jones (1)

6:42...the alarm goes off. I wake to the aching beat of a
heart that I have long since forgotten about. Get up.
Fucking get up now. Okay, I'm up...now what? Look around,
what's different? There's a new spider in the corner where
I used to stare. It's so cold in this room, I'll try the
next one..ahhhh yes, much warmer in here. Now what, oh..I
have to brush my teeth and then shut off that fucking alarm
buzzer..I hate that sound. Okay, now to the bathroom I
guess. Where's my toothbrush? I must've left it in the
living room on the couch..or something....wait, no, not
here. Shit..I bet I threw it away and forgot to buy a new
one. I always do that. Now, I have to go out..in the cold,
walk the lonely cold streets of this city just so I can
brush my teeth. I guess it's good that I get out of this
place today though.




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