Beep. Beep. Beep.
I wake up to the fimilar sound of my alarm
clock like every other day. A routine I have come to live by since I began to
grow up. It over overcomes my dreams as I dissolve back into the reality I have
become accustomed to.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I decide theres no chance of recovering my
dream so I lift my hand and press it againt the sleep button. The cold
smoothness of the piece of grey plastic feels distant. I lift the sheets and
the cold I had just encountered moments ago swarms my body and crawls around my
legs. Goosebumps form all over, as my hairs stick up into the untouched air
like an isolated tower surrounded by a sea of trees. My distaste for the daily
awakening strengthens as each day persists. Day after day my expections for it
greaten however, my hopes that it will not occur grow as well.
Leg by leg, I swing each over placing my
feet onto the slippery hard-wood floor. One of the qualities I believed was
pleasant in my home until now. My toes cringe as I walk towards the bathroom.
My baggy shirt and boxers sway as I continue my journey, getting caught in the
bathroom counter’s edge. I pull forward, uncaring of the repercautions that
will follow.
I quickly pull off my garments while
turning the shower’s metal knob towards the right. After the heat begins to engulf
the room, I open the plastic curtain and pull my body into the shower’s warmth.
Diminishing my goosebumps, the hot water washes over every limb as though time
has come to slow motion. The texture of water is one of difficult description.
Soft and smooth, almost as though we can imagine it to be whatever we desire.
I shut off the shower and watch the bulbs of
water grow above my head. I step out onto the rug as I realize my day has
begun. March 4th, 2000, the day I would loose the one person I
thought I could trust.
