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You stare at the ceiling as light begins to slowly fill your room from the window. You've been awake for a while now but getting up was always a struggle. Eventually, you sigh through your nose and slowly slide yourself out of bed. Your skin tingles as the warmth of your blankets starts to fade. All you wanted to do was to lay in bed all day, safely held by your blankets, and forget about the world. But sadly you still need to live, so off to find food, you go out the door to the kitchen.
Reaching the kitchen, cold tile under your feet, you glance at the trash-filled counters. On a good day, you'd occasionally make a nice breakfast, but today wasn't one of those days. So instead you just grab an apple, green of course red delicious was gross, and wander to the couch in the living room. Taking a bite, you plop down and throw a blanket over your legs, which are up on the couch curled up. Instantly your mind kicks on and thoughts start coming in. You had work today, but it wasn't until later in the afternoon, so you had time to kill before heading out. Looking down at your apple, you take a bite and pull out your phone. Opening google, you instantly start to look up "Is it safe to eat apples without washing them" You couldn't care less to wash it, taking another bite, but you just had to make sure. Critical in your search, you open an article and start reading.
Three articles deep, and your apple long gone, you go and toss it in the trash. Guess you'll be washing your apples after all. Checking the time, you decide to get dressed for the workday. You definitely don't hate your job by any means, but getting ready was tiring. You never like being in public, and having to interact was very draining for you, though you just chalked it up as being an introvert. But life doesn't care, and you frown. Guess it's one of those days. Your scowl not leaving, you finish changing and start combing your mess of hair. Lucky for you, there aren't that many knots today. Eventually, tieing your hair back in a classic ponytail, and walk back into the kitchen. Being the only one living there you suddenly became on how much noise you're making when you walk. You really didn't like making noise and made a conscious effort to be quiet. You used to do it constantly when you were younger, using it to your advantage to scare your siblings. Stopping at the table you open your bag, checking to make sure you had everything.
Folder? Check. Laptop? Check. Umbrella? Yep. You never know when it could start raining. Paperwork? Yep. Earbuds? check. Book? Hell yeah. Wallet? Uhhh yes okay.
Did I take my pill?
You glance at the trashed counter to see a small orange bottle. You knew you took them but you still had to make sure. You didn't trust your memory.
Making sure you have everything, you close your bag. You admire your pin collection on your wall for a moment. Many were obscure references or just something you liked. Your current favorite was of an astronaut cat with the words "Spaced Out" on it. How could you hate it? it was two of your favorite things, cats and space! You also had a simple skeleton keychain attached to the front pocket. You didn't know why, but you just liked skeletons. Slinging it on your back, you pat your pockets, checking to make sure you had your phone. Once you were satisfied you snag your keys, an energy drink from the fridge, and out the door you went. You turn around and lock the door, double-checking to make sure it wouldn't open, and wander out of the building. You didn't like living in an apartment, quickly and quietly making your way down the hallways, hoping to the love of god you don't run into anyone. You successfully make it to the elevator and press floor level. You were just watching the numbers count down, feeling the vibrations of the elevator when it stops, after just one level.
Fuck.
The door opens and you feel your body stiffen. A young man smiles at you and steps inside. You softly smile back and watch the doors close again. You stare at the numbers, which go down much more slowly just to taunt you. Silently panicking as you hope to whatever gods exist that he doesn't try to talk to you, or worse touch you. Finally, after way too many minutes, the doors open and the man walks out. Clearly being on his phone the whole time, you relax and you quickly follow after. With that freakout already forgotten about, you quickly walk out the doors to your car and hope in. You sigh and flip down the mirror. Looks like your same old self, which today you find gross. Frizzy stray hairs, not so great of teeth, baggy eyes. You look like a college student, great. Welp off to work you go! Clicking your seatbelt and closing the mirror, you start your small car and pull onto the road.