A Day in the Life

Finally stepping back into the tiny apartment I called home, I released a sigh that held all of my frustrations.

Kicking off my shoes as I entered, I set the store provided apron on a hanger hanging off the bathroom door. A few steps further in, and I was in my bedroom. The tiny apartment was barely five hundred square feet, though it was room enough for me. I didn’t have much in the way of possessions.

Flopping face first into my lumpy bed, I let out a long groan as I let the stresses of the day melt away. They would still be there, and be back with a vengeance tomorrow, but for now I could relax.

Stripping myself of the store uniform and clothing myself in my house clothes, I returned to the bed and turned on the small TV I had situated on the wall in front of my bed. Mindlessly surfing the few channels I could get without subscribing to a television service, I sighed and shut the TV off.

Nothing could really get me to enjoy life at this point. My life was perfectly average, and with that bit of averageness came an almost crippling ennui. I could barely even keep my eyes open during the day, my retail job sucking what little life I had left out of me.

I couldn’t even get it up anymore! Such was my sheer, inexhaustible boredom.

Turning over in my bed, I didn’t even bother turning off the lights as I closed my eyes to sleep. Luckily, sleep was one thing in my life that still came to me.

Waking up the next day, I felt… strange. Good, but in a way that I’d never felt before. And my clothes felt different against my skin

Pushing myself up, I frowned at the feeling of sheets sliding off of me. I didn’t have the greatest memory at the best of times, but I could’ve sworn I hadn’t pulled anything over myself before I went to sleep.