I woke this morning, around 8 or 9, too early for me. I dragged myself up and out of bed, stumbled down the hallway, and towards the bathroom. It was quite because everyone had already left for school or work. In the bathroom, I splashed my face with water to bring my body up to date with the fact that I wasn't sleeping anymore. Before leaving the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror which hung over the sink. "Geesus!" I thought "I look awful." I dried my face with a handtowel, then used it to wipe the sand away from the inside corner of my eyes sockets. I took a second glance into the mirror to see if there was any improvement in my condition. My mind registered every subtle change: my eyes were no longer glassy, the sand was gone, and the greasy shine of skin after a full nights rest was dulled significantly. I fashioned a pair of pistols by extending fully my thumb and index fingers on both hands, then mockingly fired two of three shoots at my reflection. “Bang! Bang! Got yah!” I said with a sinister smile on my face.

I walked from one room in the house to another, stopping at every television set, and flicking them all on. Each set displayed a different channel, but it didn’t really matter. I wasn’t watching any of them, just filling the empty house with nose so I wouldn't feel like an astronaut lost in space.

Catch-22 which I had started reading the night was a good way to pass some time before I had to start the day. I went outside and smoke a few cigarettes. The taste of smoke filled by mouth, and slightly stung my nostrils as i would force the exhaust out of my nose. afterwords i went back inside,changed out of my sweats, into jeans, and walked out of the front door.