Why I Gave Up On Love

Hunid. That was what I first thought when I opened my eyes. "What now?" I say as I sleepily opening my eyes and glancing around the room, trying to find a cause for the moist air.

I look to my right at the open window as the wind blows in and out, like slow methodic breathing. Groaning, I get up and close the window, remembering that I was too tired to close it last night.

I live in the middle of Louisiana. Not too far from the beaches to the south, and just far north to escape the danger of hurricanes.

I am currently 19 years old and working at a book store. It isn't exciting in any way, due to the fact that no one needs books except for college students coming to buy text books.l for their new classes.

I was too awake to go back to sleep now, so I look at the time to see what I would be able to do before work.

I look at my alarm clock and start panicking. "8:47?" I yell, running to get in the shower. The words of my strict manager coming to mind. "If you are late one more time this month, I'll start looking for other employees to replace you," Those words repeating in my head made me start to rush more.

"Fuck," I think to myself as I turn on the water and grab some body wash. "Did I forget to set an alarm last night too?!"

I hurry in the shower and wrap a towel around my waist because I forgot to grab clothes in my panicked state. I run to my room and put on some plain blue jeans and a plain white Tshirt.

Not having time for breakfast, I decide I'll stop on the way to get a coffee to use as a makeshift meal substitute.