Bleak - Rough Draft Uno
The world emerged leaving only moments of peaceful bliss. My mind lagged behind my eyes. I savour the seconds while consciousness sets in. A dark haze fell as I swung my feet off the bed, a half empty glass of water fell across a stack of sub-par tests. I could already feel the worry beginning to bubble. I brushed the silk curtains away to reveal the world. Why does it look worse everyday? I grab the pile of tests and half-completed study guides and wait to see if this day would become better than the last. I’ll never forget the thoughts I had considering crawling back into bed, away from everything that could go wrong. I think of any excuse that would let me have the pleasure of staying home. Can I be sick again? …show more content…
I look down to examine what I have missed while at football practise. No messages, facebook, snaps or calls. I begin to trek home, but not before pretending to be confident and give my goodbyes to fellow football players. My backpack hangs with the acquired weight of a full day. I begin to plan what little time I have left in the day to have time to finish all the work. But deep down I know I will never once peer into the bag of responsibilities. Arriving home I see the familiar sight of an empty home and a handwritten note. “Will be home at 11, food in freezer” it read, written poorly and rushed. I have four hours before bed. Four hours to think. Four hours to imagine being productive and intelligent like the rest of the population. I take a couple of steps towards my bedroom, but not before tossing my backpack beside the door to be forgotten beside a dripping umbrella. I crawl into my bed and wait for the feelings to leave. My mind peacefully floats upon thoughts of rest and solitude. Suddenly I am gasping, ripped awake by panic and fear. I inspect the room to be greeted with a familiar sight; a pile of ever growing assignments, a bleak room full of emptiness, and a mirror showing exactly what I expect. My fears and worries, and a clock reading three in the
The world emerged leaving only moments of peaceful bliss. My mind lagged behind my eyes. I savour the seconds while consciousness sets in. A dark haze fell as I swung my feet off the bed, a half empty glass of water fell across a stack of sub-par tests. I could already feel the worry beginning to bubble. I brushed the silk curtains away to reveal the world. Why does it look worse everyday? I grab the pile of tests and half-completed study guides and wait to see if this day would become better than the last. I’ll never forget the thoughts I had considering crawling back into bed, away from everything that could go wrong. I think of any excuse that would let me have the pleasure of staying home. Can I be sick again? …show more content…
I look down to examine what I have missed while at football practise. No messages, facebook, snaps or calls. I begin to trek home, but not before pretending to be confident and give my goodbyes to fellow football players. My backpack hangs with the acquired weight of a full day. I begin to plan what little time I have left in the day to have time to finish all the work. But deep down I know I will never once peer into the bag of responsibilities. Arriving home I see the familiar sight of an empty home and a handwritten note. “Will be home at 11, food in freezer” it read, written poorly and rushed. I have four hours before bed. Four hours to think. Four hours to imagine being productive and intelligent like the rest of the population. I take a couple of steps towards my bedroom, but not before tossing my backpack beside the door to be forgotten beside a dripping umbrella. I crawl into my bed and wait for the feelings to leave. My mind peacefully floats upon thoughts of rest and solitude. Suddenly I am gasping, ripped awake by panic and fear. I inspect the room to be greeted with a familiar sight; a pile of ever growing assignments, a bleak room full of emptiness, and a mirror showing exactly what I expect. My fears and worries, and a clock reading three in the