The title has nothing to do with the story....sort've.
Just something I made up in class. I kinda think the story line is an under-average guy finds himself involved with a dragon and dragon conflict.
You ever had that tought, right before you pass out, that you hope you won't wake up? That somehow a Godly rainstorm sores in and leaks into your home. Wood swelling and shrinking so much that your floor gives under your bed and you fall down four ghetto apartment stories and somehow die. Or a plane smashes through your window, obliterating your body. Or some anamoly.
I thought about this last night. There's a 99.99% chance I'll be alive the next day. I don't drink, I don't smoke. And I have no emotional or physical or whatever problem to require a over the counter drug, apperantly. But I was hoping out of that .001% chance I'd die. And not have to worry about getting in a Taxi with a driver whose accent is too thick to get what the hell he's saying and turtle through traffic. Something about starting a new life in Amareeka.
An hour after I wake up, my alarm wake's up. It only screams for half a second until I punch a tired white palm over it. I lay there, with my arm hanging over the side of my cheap junk-forter, without a thought in my cranium and sigh. The Monday through Friday sigh. A sigh as common as a Starbucks in the average American worker's hand.
You think of Movie Stars, models and sports stars and wonder; do they ever wake up like this?
Finally, with a tired lions groan, I slump out of bed. Allowing the blanket for where it may as I walk into the bathroom. Already bare, I walk into the shower and allow the still cold tainted water to nuggy my head then run down my back. Every morning I think a shower would help dispurse the energy juices throughout my body. It never does.
I get out and dry myself off, and run gel through my hair. Shave, put on deodarent, and run jel through my hair and create some job appropriate style. All roboticly. Again without a thought. I walk out of my bathroom and pull on some underwear then open my clothes closet with all my scrubs, set for certain days. Cornflower Blue monday. Burnt orange Tuesday. Nature Green Friday. Today is Cornflower blue. I pull it on then shove on some white laceless shoes. The kind you think people in Asylums would wear. With my daily routine complete I grab my needed things and walked out the house. Down the stairs and into the New York cyst pool.
I'll most likely continue this. Hope everyone had an interest over it.
I made you a waffle (>'.')>#
But I was like...
I'm hungry. #<('.'<)
So I ate it. (>'#'<)