Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunrise came early today, blazing its way through the blue sky even before it had the chance to let off its dazzling light. There was to be no red glow; the dark clouds had masked it long before its approach. What little light passed through illuminated the small bedroom. The street lights had been turned off at 7:30, and the darkness gave an overall eerie shadow mural on the far wall. Getting out the right side, I stared at the clock on the left wall. 7:45, and the second hand was moving merrily away.
Just great. Sitting down on the edge, I tried turning my neck. Slight strain, but it was fine - except I was now looking at the unmade bed. Not messy, by any means, but still stained where it shouldn't have been. Pillow with little crimson drops of blood, bed with drool stains, albeit faint. Groaning, I stood up and reached for the blanket...
And realized, for the first time this morning, that there was
really stuff that shouldn't have been there. Acting fast, I folded the blanket the way I always did, laying it in the center - nobody except me went near my bed, at least, not until afternoon. The mess would solve itself soon enough. Cursing at biological functions that had no purpose in existence, I walked calmly towards the toilet, careful not to disturb my slumbering family. Cleaning up as best as I could, I struggled to the basin and brushed my teeth.
What happened later on was perfectly routine, except for the one or two blips that make a day interesting - I'm not sure what, but maybe the birds chirping made me calm down some.
-incomplete duh=
Posted by Denunciator at 3:31 PM