BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I looked over to my right. On the nightstand next to my bed was the damned alarm clock. It’s shining blue digits pierced the dim penumbra of the room where, mere seconds ago, I slept. I lifted my hand over it, held it in place for a few seconds, and brought it crashing down on the device. I sat up and looked around.
Nothing out of the ord- I noticed a slight bulge on the bed next to me. A beautiful, subtle female form lay there, still asleep. I didn’t know who she was. The only thing that betrayed her identity was her short, brown-
“Aw, fuck, I’m fantasizing again, aren’t I?!?!?!!?” I asked God in utter dismay.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I looked over to my right. On the nightstand next to my bed was the damned alarm clock. It’s shining blue digits pierced the dim penumbra of the room where, mere seconds ago, I slept. I lifted my hand over it, held it in place for a few seconds, and brought it crashing down on the device.
“Jesus-Frakin’-Christ” I looked at the time and date on the clock: 5:47— 19 JUNE 2021. I sighed, and got up out of bed. “I gotta tell Mat not to make me go drink with him so late…” I sat up and looked at my little corner of paradise. My room was an utter mess. The floor near the closet was littered with discarded clothes I kept meaning to clean up. A metal book shelf stood near the door. The wall next to it was covered in newspaper clippings. To any sane person they wouldn’t make sense. Even the titles: “Turtle Flu: This Year’s Fashionable Epidemic” “Project Chanology Claims 0 Victims; Scientologists Still Butthurt” “Guess What? Jews and Black People Are Pedophiles Too!”. No-one could possibly tell you what they all meant.
“I wrote these…” I mumbled, taking some time for an egotistical belly rub. I smiled as I saw my first real investigative article in the corner. “Sweating With the Cheer Squad”… “Haha… that sounds like a porno…” I giggled and walked over to the room’s window, taking in the view. The early morning sun shone of to the left, and down below me, Little Tokyo was waking up. Another I shrugged as I got towel from the closet. I frowned, looking at the mess at my feet. I stooped and heaved up the mass of clothing, dumping it into the closet’s laundry chute. In a few hours, 200 dollars of service charges would pay for it to be cleaned, ironed and delivered. I marveled at my laziness… and promptly wandered over to my shower…
Lying on the floor next to the bed was a cell phone, the seventh generation iPhone. Three hours of standing in line last November, in the rain and thunder. And in two weeks, wit would be obsolete. FIVE NEW TEXT MESSAGES the phone read. FROM: ALEX, AMBER, BRYAN, KENNETH, MAT.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I looked over to my right. On the nightstand next to my bed was the damned alarm clock. It’s shining blue digits pierced the dim penumbra of the room where, mere seconds ago, I slept. I lifted my hand over it, held it in place for a few seconds, and brought it crashing down on the device. I sat up and looked around.
Nothing out of the ord- I noticed a slight bulge on the bed next to me. A beautiful, subtle female form lay there, still asleep. I didn’t know who she was. Only that she was the most beau-
“Aw, fuck, I’m fantasizing again, aren’t I?!?!?!!?” I asked God in utter dismay.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I looked over to my right. On the nightstand next to my bed was the damned alarm clock. It’s shining blue digits pierced the dim penumbra of the room where, mere seconds ago, I slept. I lifted my hand over it, held it in place for a few seconds, and brought it crashing down on the device.
“Jesus-Frakin’-Christ” I looked at the time and date on the clock: 5:47— 19 JUNE 2021. I sighed, and got up out of bed. “I gotta tell Mat not to make me go drink with him so late…” I sat up and looked at my little corner of paradise. My room was an utter mess. The floor near the closet was littered with discarded clothes I kept meaning to clean up. A metal book shelf stood near the door. The wall next to it was covered in newspaper clippings. To any sane person they wouldn’t make sense. Even the titles: “Turtle Flu: This Year’s Fashionable Epidemic” “Project Chanology Claims 0 Victims; Scientologists Still Butthurt” “Guess What? Jews and Black People Are Pedophiles Too!”. No-one could possibly tell you what they all meant.
“I wrote these…” I mumbled, taking some time for an egotistical belly rub. I smiled as I saw my first real investigative article in the corner. “Sweating With the Cheer Squad”… “Haha… that sounds like a porno…” I giggled and walked over to the room’s window, taking in the view. The early morning sun shone of to the left, and down below me, Little Tokyo was waking up. Another I shrugged as I got towel from the closet. I frowned, looking at the mess at my feet. I stooped and heaved up the mass of clothing, dumping it into the closet’s laundry chute. In a few hours, 200 dollars of service charges would pay for it to be cleaned, ironed and delivered. I marveled at my laziness… and promptly wandered over to my shower…
Lying on the floor next to the bed was a cell phone, the seventh generation iPhone. Three hours of standing in line last November, in the rain and thunder. And in two weeks, it would be obsolete. FIVE NEW TEXT MESSAGES the phone read. FROM: ALEX, AMBER, BRYAN, KENNETH, MAT.
