Darkness. That was the first thing he saw, after becoming aware of his own conscience. Even opening his eyes was a struggle, but he was curious of the time. One by one, he became aware of his other senses. The tapping of a keyboard not too far away, and the whining pitch of a dying fan. Next came feeling. The small buttons embedded in the futon he lay upon, digging painfully into his back made him wonder how he was able to find peace a few hours ago. Yes, it had only been a few hours ago, when he drifted into a different realm, where he had a dream that he'd forgotten the contents of already.
He finally opened his eyes, and found himself staring at a ceiling, where a "Get Well Soon" balloon hovered, gasping for the remaining helium within to stay afloat. Silently, he fumbled around to find his cell phone. Dreadfully, he opens his little device, and discovers he was 3 hours early to his planned awakening. "Great," he thought, as he fumbled through the electronic menu to turn off the now unnecessary wake-up call. Upon doing so, he again fell onto his back. His mind was operational, but his body, fatigued with a six-day work week, refused to leave it's haven of rest.
A few feet away, his younger brother was sitting, muttering curse-words and song lyrics under his breath, mindlessly clicking and tapping away at the computer, deeply engaged in his own little online world. As all this input was coming to him, he was relieved to finally have a full day off, to enjoy, or at least hope to enjoy.
After a few more minutes of silent meditation, and a few hundred accelerated heartbeats later, he finally rose up and exchanged a few words of greetings with his brother. The youngest member of the family and mother were not there. He reminded himself of this, telling himself he'll have to find dinner this evening, fortunately for just two people. He went through his usual morning duties: flushing out his bladder and splashing water on his face. He had no plans yet, so a shower and shave weren't required. By now his brain was capable of more than simplified speech, like that of a fourth grader, and decided to talk a bit more with his brother, and made his way to his own computer afterwards.
Upon reaching his computer, he browsed through his music section, looking for an appropriate song to start the morning with. With a malcontent sigh, he realized nothing matched his mood, at least as far as he could recall the thousands of songs in his collection. He then went over to his Instant Messenger programs, looking for a friend to talk with. Perhaps he could get plans going for the day, he thought to himself. Two of the most likely candidates were already preoccupied. It didn't look like he'll be doing anything today.
And with a sigh, he thought to himself, "well, this isn't a big surprise," and so went his one day of freedom from the vices of a restless work schedule.
-I know it's horribly written, but I just felt like writing, in a narrative form at that, which I'm honestly not too familiar with.
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