Post by memphis on Jun 30, 2009 21:39:48 GMT -5
It went off once and he hit the snooze button after the screaming alarm clock went on for a few minutes. It went off again, piercing his ear drums and shaking him from a pleasant sleep, heavy from last night’s alcohol. Memphis was so goddamn sick of that buzzing sound, even as he had only heard it a few days out of the week when he bothered to keep it plugged in. Letting his heavy arm fall off the bed, his hand searched for the small black clock lying somewhere on the floor until his finger found the snooze button again.
Blessed silence and the smell of cologne and paint stained into his clothes. There was an aftertaste of Doritos in his mouth. The side of his face smothered into his pillow, he shot up when the alarm had jolted him from his sleep again. Frantically, his hand found the alarm clock again, a tingle at his fingertips telling him to immediately throw it against a wall and end the silence for good. But instead, he ended up yanking the cord out the wall by mere luck, so he threw it to the ground instead.
That sound could seriously fuck up a guy’s day, it was so disgusting. Disrupted one time too many, he hadn’t fallen back into that heavy sleep. For several minutes he laid there, eyes shut and drifting back and forth between awake and dozed off until a certain smell clinging to the air reached his nose. It was the smell of breakfast. Because he was so tired, neither could he say what it is was she was cooking exactly or tell what time of day it was, but figured it had to be breakfast. Kind of smelled like bacon or fried ham. He was sure that’s what it was when he actually sat up and glanced at his cell phone still tucked into his pocket. It wasn’t too late to make it too school, so it was either that or stay home.
Getting dressed, splashing some hot water on his face, he left the house, leaving behind the welcoming smell of breakfast just to avoid seeing or saying anything to his mother, who he had brushed off last night after coming home from work. It must have been that time of the month again or something because she was acting clingy; asking questions that she would normally not give a damn about. ‘How was school?’ ‘How was work?’ ‘Found yourself a girlfriend, yet?’ Her depression and loneliness had been obvious since he was a child but she had managed most of the time to covet all of that. It made life easier for the both of them.
When he arrived at school, 1st period was already 25 minutes in. The walk to his locker was a slow one too. Memphis hadn’t been all that anxious to get into class, a lingering sleepiness making his eyelids heavy. He sort of felt like a car, running on nothing but sludge. Twirling in his locker combination, he yanked the locker open and saw shit crammed inside that he had no use for. Digging into the mess of crumbled paper, he found a pack of Newports and opened it to find it was empty.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell…” he murmured under his breath, tossing it over his shoulder.
Blessed silence and the smell of cologne and paint stained into his clothes. There was an aftertaste of Doritos in his mouth. The side of his face smothered into his pillow, he shot up when the alarm had jolted him from his sleep again. Frantically, his hand found the alarm clock again, a tingle at his fingertips telling him to immediately throw it against a wall and end the silence for good. But instead, he ended up yanking the cord out the wall by mere luck, so he threw it to the ground instead.
That sound could seriously fuck up a guy’s day, it was so disgusting. Disrupted one time too many, he hadn’t fallen back into that heavy sleep. For several minutes he laid there, eyes shut and drifting back and forth between awake and dozed off until a certain smell clinging to the air reached his nose. It was the smell of breakfast. Because he was so tired, neither could he say what it is was she was cooking exactly or tell what time of day it was, but figured it had to be breakfast. Kind of smelled like bacon or fried ham. He was sure that’s what it was when he actually sat up and glanced at his cell phone still tucked into his pocket. It wasn’t too late to make it too school, so it was either that or stay home.
Getting dressed, splashing some hot water on his face, he left the house, leaving behind the welcoming smell of breakfast just to avoid seeing or saying anything to his mother, who he had brushed off last night after coming home from work. It must have been that time of the month again or something because she was acting clingy; asking questions that she would normally not give a damn about. ‘How was school?’ ‘How was work?’ ‘Found yourself a girlfriend, yet?’ Her depression and loneliness had been obvious since he was a child but she had managed most of the time to covet all of that. It made life easier for the both of them.
When he arrived at school, 1st period was already 25 minutes in. The walk to his locker was a slow one too. Memphis hadn’t been all that anxious to get into class, a lingering sleepiness making his eyelids heavy. He sort of felt like a car, running on nothing but sludge. Twirling in his locker combination, he yanked the locker open and saw shit crammed inside that he had no use for. Digging into the mess of crumbled paper, he found a pack of Newports and opened it to find it was empty.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell…” he murmured under his breath, tossing it over his shoulder.
