Some mornings, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed – or at least that’s how the saying goes. You feel tired as hell, not wanting to get out of bed, or even wake up in the first place. You groan at the thought of you cannot take a sick leave cause you simply can’t afford one. But you finally somehow manage to slug out of bed. The water feels cold as ice and you curse yourself for not waiting for the heater. You make it to the bedroom and yawn as you see the pile of clothes lying on the side of the room. Eyes half shut, you ransack your own wardrobe trying to find clothes for the day.
You yearn for a toast but the kitchen is just too far away. Keys play games and so you take the bus. Minutes late to work, so you’ve become accustomed. Every afternoon as you leave, you hate yourself for the way you’ve become. Grab a hot dog on your way back because you forgot to go shopping last Saturday. Arrive home and see your had forgotten to close one window. You drop yourself on the sofa and turn on the TV. Skip the news and switch to a movie. Fall asleep on the sofa because it takes muscles to walk to bed. Night comes and goes, and here comes another day!
Extracts from The Life I Never Intend to Live.