Post by Alex Valentine on Feb 11, 2007 13:29:35 GMT -5
Bring! Bring! Brring!
Without even opening his eyes, Alex swatted at the beside table, trying to hit the alarm clock.
Bring! Bring! Brring!
"Uhhh," he grunted, still swatting at the table. The alarm clock kept ringing.
He swatted again, but misjudged it and ended up falling face flat on the floor.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, curling up and gripping his splitting head, the sound of the alarm clock still ringing through his head. "Shut up shut up shut up!"
It kept ringing.
"Arrgh!" he exclaimed, getting up and hitting the alarm clock.
The ringing stopped, but it kept echoing, and echoing, and echoing in his head, and there were black spots in his vision from lack of sleep.
Blindly he stumbled into the bathroom, and pulled the cord to heat up the shower water.
He got in the shower and switched it on, then let out a yelp as the scalding water hit him, burning his back.
"Christ!"
He turned the water down a notch - then it turned to ice.
"Argh!" he exclaimed, trying and failing to turn it up halfway to a balance.
He ended up showering in ice, his teeth chattering as he got out and dried himself.
He pulled on the clothes he'd left out for himself the night before - dark jeans and a khaki top - and went into the kitchen.
Yawning, he pulled out a box of Coco Pops from the cupboard and some milk from the fridge.
The importance of breakfast in the morning was something that had been drilled into him by Ellie. Even though he'd severed every tie, that habit had stuck with him.
His thoughts drifted to Ellie as he brought a spoonful of chocolatey goodness to his mouth. Ellie hated Coco Pops...
No, better not go that way.
He wrenched his thoughts from her, finished his breakfast, then, yawning, made his way to the elevator and down to his beat-up old Chevy and drove to the hospital.
His typical morning.
Without even opening his eyes, Alex swatted at the beside table, trying to hit the alarm clock.
Bring! Bring! Brring!
"Uhhh," he grunted, still swatting at the table. The alarm clock kept ringing.
He swatted again, but misjudged it and ended up falling face flat on the floor.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, curling up and gripping his splitting head, the sound of the alarm clock still ringing through his head. "Shut up shut up shut up!"
It kept ringing.
"Arrgh!" he exclaimed, getting up and hitting the alarm clock.
The ringing stopped, but it kept echoing, and echoing, and echoing in his head, and there were black spots in his vision from lack of sleep.
Blindly he stumbled into the bathroom, and pulled the cord to heat up the shower water.
He got in the shower and switched it on, then let out a yelp as the scalding water hit him, burning his back.
"Christ!"
He turned the water down a notch - then it turned to ice.
"Argh!" he exclaimed, trying and failing to turn it up halfway to a balance.
He ended up showering in ice, his teeth chattering as he got out and dried himself.
He pulled on the clothes he'd left out for himself the night before - dark jeans and a khaki top - and went into the kitchen.
Yawning, he pulled out a box of Coco Pops from the cupboard and some milk from the fridge.
The importance of breakfast in the morning was something that had been drilled into him by Ellie. Even though he'd severed every tie, that habit had stuck with him.
His thoughts drifted to Ellie as he brought a spoonful of chocolatey goodness to his mouth. Ellie hated Coco Pops...
No, better not go that way.
He wrenched his thoughts from her, finished his breakfast, then, yawning, made his way to the elevator and down to his beat-up old Chevy and drove to the hospital.
His typical morning.
