Kem Rixen
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I'm thinking of continuing this, what do you think of it so far, it's the begining of a long story that I may or may not write. It's my first attempt at writing in a long time, I'm a bit rusty.
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Then I woke up. Not waking up as in the sense of being knocked out from fighting off hundreds of space aliens, nor in the sense of consuming massive amounts of alcohol and waking up in the morning not remembering the previous night. This was the now less-than-standard waking up, as in waking up after a good nights sleep. I lifted up my grayish-blue bed sheets, they were original blue; time has worn out most of the color. I sat up in bed, swung my feet around and firmly planted them upon the floor, all the while trying to remember the previous nights’ dream. By the time I had reached the bathroom my mind had left that topic completely, it was on sports. Calvin Ball1, the national sport, was starting in a few days; I couldn’t wait to watch it, always original.
After doing all the hygienic things one does in the morning I walked down the staircase, the one nearest the button is always squeaky, I avoided it, leaping from the second step nearest the bottom to the floor. From the staircase I followed the hallway, ending up in the kitchen, a disgusting looking room, the previous tenants had painted it terribly; due to the busyness of moving in I hadn’t had time to paint it yet. I tried to ignore the paint job, however I couldn’t; as I poured the milk into my bowl of cereal the milk turned to the reddish-brown paint on the walls, blinking quickly it turned back into milk.
Upon finishing breakfast I headed out the door to work, in a good mood I skipped. Whilst skipping I passed a young girl and a women, I assumed she was the mother, or a kidnapper, the latter seems less likely. The mother pulled the child closer to her; I could hear the “mother†whisper, “Janie, stay closer to me, that man could is crazy.†I smiled and waved at them; upon doing so the mother picked up her child and ran down the street, clearly attempting to open her purse, to grab her cell phone most likely.
Ignoring this less-then-ordinary incident I continued my skip to work, note how it isn’t a walk to work but a skip, I am not walking I am skipping. Upon reaching the grey building in which I work I realize it isn’t there, similar to the old saying when you lose things, “it’s not as if it grew legs and walked away.†Well in this case I think it did. A few of my co-workers were standing there awkwardly as well, pondering to themselves what had happened here. I approached them and asked…
1Calvin Ball is a reference to a game played in the comic Calvin and Hobbes, the game only had one rule; the game can never be played the same way twice
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Then I woke up. Not waking up as in the sense of being knocked out from fighting off hundreds of space aliens, nor in the sense of consuming massive amounts of alcohol and waking up in the morning not remembering the previous night. This was the now less-than-standard waking up, as in waking up after a good nights sleep. I lifted up my grayish-blue bed sheets, they were original blue; time has worn out most of the color. I sat up in bed, swung my feet around and firmly planted them upon the floor, all the while trying to remember the previous nights’ dream. By the time I had reached the bathroom my mind had left that topic completely, it was on sports. Calvin Ball1, the national sport, was starting in a few days; I couldn’t wait to watch it, always original.
After doing all the hygienic things one does in the morning I walked down the staircase, the one nearest the button is always squeaky, I avoided it, leaping from the second step nearest the bottom to the floor. From the staircase I followed the hallway, ending up in the kitchen, a disgusting looking room, the previous tenants had painted it terribly; due to the busyness of moving in I hadn’t had time to paint it yet. I tried to ignore the paint job, however I couldn’t; as I poured the milk into my bowl of cereal the milk turned to the reddish-brown paint on the walls, blinking quickly it turned back into milk.
Upon finishing breakfast I headed out the door to work, in a good mood I skipped. Whilst skipping I passed a young girl and a women, I assumed she was the mother, or a kidnapper, the latter seems less likely. The mother pulled the child closer to her; I could hear the “mother†whisper, “Janie, stay closer to me, that man could is crazy.†I smiled and waved at them; upon doing so the mother picked up her child and ran down the street, clearly attempting to open her purse, to grab her cell phone most likely.
Ignoring this less-then-ordinary incident I continued my skip to work, note how it isn’t a walk to work but a skip, I am not walking I am skipping. Upon reaching the grey building in which I work I realize it isn’t there, similar to the old saying when you lose things, “it’s not as if it grew legs and walked away.†Well in this case I think it did. A few of my co-workers were standing there awkwardly as well, pondering to themselves what had happened here. I approached them and asked…
1Calvin Ball is a reference to a game played in the comic Calvin and Hobbes, the game only had one rule; the game can never be played the same way twice
