chapter two
330 Words
I woke up 20 minutes before my alarm. My limbs were ridged and my knees popped as I rolled in bed to stare at the ceiling. I yawned and wasn't sure what I was going to do with the extra 20 minutes.
When I sleep, a usually dreamless sleep, is the only time my mind usually allows me to just do nothing. When I'm awake my mind is always moving, always telling me; do something already! and when there's nothing for me to do, I fidget with things such as rubber bands or old socks.
“Uggg! Why!” I yelled at myself for waking up early because there's usually nothing I can just add to my intentionally structured schedule at will. Even on days that I don't work I have a specific time to get up and a long list of s**t I have to do, including putting money into my bank account.
I thought about trying to call a friend, but then I remembered I don't have any. And I usually like it that way. People can be complicated, unpredictable, scary. And sometimes people make you feel things that embarrass the hell outta you when it turns out they don't feel the same.
The reason I got my job at the factory is because they needed someone reliable, someone who loves repetitive mundane tasks to keep themselves occupied, someone who tries to avoid social interaction and just does as they're told, someone exactly like me. And I definitely didn't expect to get this job because most corporations want people who've gone through higher education such as college.
I laid there, pulling at my hair, waiting angrily for the inevitable (Beep! Beep! Beep!) of my phone alarm set up to sound like one of those old fashioned alarms. And when it finally came I jumped out of bed and rushed to the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal that I usually add two spoonfuls of sugar to.
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