(An exaggerated 3rd person view of any day)
He suddenly woke up. It was early in the morning, and he was completely naked from head to toe, but at least he knew where he was. Sleeping naked was a preference that he loved to brag about, one that helped create awkward moments; for he lived to create those moments.
It was ******** cold.
He further disappeared into his blanket. The two pillows that sandwiched the sides of his head last night were now on opposite sides of his bed, he took the nearest one and just smothered it into his face as he brought fetal position upon himself. He left his cell phone in his jeans last night, and it had been screaming a song of a two headed boy as its morning alarm, and he couldn't help singing along to Jeff Magnum's muffled voice through pants on the other side of his small room. Singing along gave him just enough motivation to take his first baby steps into today.
Three minutes was just enough time for him to reflect on the last nights dream that he couldn't remember anything about, so three minutes was how long he spent in the shower. Three minutes was all the time he had to be at peace with himself.
Before facing the day's frustrations and failures, a balanced brekky was called for.
He had five minutes to swallow down a concoction of the sugar from the bottom of a box of Frosted Flakes mixed in with a little milk, and change into some clothes before walking out the door. Today was gonna kill him.
(to be continued, I had just lost interest in writing for now)
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"Our teacher said female masturbation is a myth;
so I climbed up on his desk, and became a legend"
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