It's Only Wednesday

From Create Your Own Story

Light bleeds through the blinds and hits your eyelids. You find yourself sprawled crossways over the bed and your neck at a worrying angle close to the nightstand. One sharp movement and the corner would’ve pressed through your eye. The fuck kind of world do you live in. Everything conspires to cause you harm, apparently.

What day is it?

Who cares. Back to sleep.

Shit. I gotta bring in some cash today or something.

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