by Brnin8r » Sun Feb 28, 2010 11:36 pm
Mike practically fell down his stairs he was so drained. Life had it out for him, he was sure of it. It was Saturday morning and while everyone else was waking up to have a good weekend, he'd just finished his four 10 hour shifts and a week of college and was set up to fall right to bed. His mind mulled over the possibility of staying up for another day, but since his chemistry test was Friday he had been already for about 36 hours. He was surprised he'd made it at all. He opened the door to the apartment and trudged in, glaring down the hall to the closed door that held his jobless roommate, "What a waste of space." he muttered as he dropped his backpack to the ground. The thud of twenty pounds of books echoed through the front room as Mike passed into his.
His room was a mess.
He sighed, once again looking at the same mess that had been staring him in the face for months, but without the time, he hadn't been able to clean it. Dozens of energy drinks, half-empty and depleted, were scattered on his computer desk and floor. "Tch...I'll clean it tomorrow..." he resigned once again. He slowly pulled his blankets back from his bed. He realized he'd needed to take a shower, but since he was halfway through getting into bed he decided to put that off too. Once the bed was open, he pulled off his forest green t-shirt, plain for his work. He glared down at his softened form, grown unfit from eating poorly and not sleeping right, his body had taken a turn for the worst. While everyone else told him he was still skinny, he knew it was only a matter of time. He pulled his jeans down from around his waist and let them, and the heavy pockets, fall to the ground. He stood, waxing philosophically to himself in his Superman boxers until he fell down into the bed.
"How I wish, wish, wish I could get away from it all..." he moaned. And before too long the aches and pains of the entire week the stresses of school and his roommate bearing down on him, and the fact he was steadily getting poorer forced his eyes to resign to sleep.
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