unfinished chapter 1
Then I awoke. No sudden noise. Just the crush of the weighing world slowly coming back to its rightful place. My emotionally deprived body is too undeserving of a stimuli rush that is the sharp beeping of an alarm. One second, I was in heaven. The next, I was back in purgatory. As my eyes opened, I leaned across my mattress to grab my phone and check the time, hoping I woke up late enough to finally get fired from that horror of a dead-end job. No miracle this Monday morning as there was plenty of time to get the family heirloom warmed up, maybe even get a homemade coffee brewed. Knowing my luck, I could have rolled back to bed, skipped my mourning routine, and somehow woke up in line just before the work clock rolled over to the next hour to continue my life as another soulless humanoid. I dragged my body up from my bed, heading over to my closet to make my favorite decision of the day. Dark gray? Or Black? Needing more time to make a life-saving choice, I waddled my way to the bathroom, hoping to cleanse my soul in the process. I’m too afraid to face the mirror before a quick rinse. Growing up I loved to shower in scolding hot water, but lately I’ve been making ice rain down on me as a reminder of home. I say home but I really mean my last place of comfort, where the snowy, chilly breeze made me feel so alive, and yet had me so close to death.
