One Morning

One Morning

One morning I woke up in my bed. The gray concrete ceiling was staring down at me like an eternal tomb. There was a bed spring that was poking me in the butt, so I sat up on the bed and looked around the room. There was clothes all over the floor and I didn't know what to wear today, so I searched for the cleanest smelling socks I could find and put them on.  I then put on the cleanest  pair of old jeans that were laying around. I sat back down and put my shoes on. As I was tying my shoes I happened to see a rat in the corner. It was just standing there looking at me with its demon like red eyes. It was weird, almost as if it was waiting for me to make a move so it could react to me. It was a battle of wits.  After some thought on my part, I stood up really fast and ran out the doorway as fast as I could because I was afraid the rat would get me. I ran four or five feet before I slowed down to a walk. Then I reached the stairs.

I lazily walked down the stairs and into the living room. Looking around, I saw my friends laying on the couch and on the floor. I didn't say anything and kept walking over to the kitchen. Glancing at the clock I saw that I still had an hour before I had to leave for work.  I looked over to the kitchen table and saw nothing there.  I guess everybody else had already eaten. I open the fridge and took out the usual breakfast. "Everyday the same thing", I thought to myself, "Ice cream and pizza, ice cream and pizza, breakfast of champions". I reached for a plate and loaded it up with food. I didn't feel like eating by myself so I walked over to the living room and sat down on the couch to eat and watch some cartoons on the tv with the rest of the guys and Suzy.  Man I love this breakfast, it's fantastic.

Twelve thirty came and went, and it was now 12:45 p.m. time to go. I walked to the door and opened it. I saw that it was raining pretty hard outside and I didn't really want to go to work.  I had everything in my hands, keys and gear. I was just about to walk out the door when I happened to look back at my friends. They were just laying there getting fat and rotting away, more and more each day. They looked like a bunch of whales sunning themselves at a beach. Only their sun was the t.v. and their beach was the carpet and the couch. As I was about to leave I seriously started thinking about not even going to work. I thought about not calling or showing up, ever again. I stared into space for a minute thinking about all of my possible options. When I came back, I decided not to show up to work, just for today and closed the door.  I then made a quick phone call to the boss. I told Thomas I was sick, I even changed my voice so I would sound like I had been awake all night long coughing. I got to say it was pretty convincing. I even fooled my friends into thinking I was really sick. So I went back to the couch to watch cartoons again and had my self a nice day off. I saw the rat again. He was pointing straight at me and smiling. What the hell?