January 15th, 2014 - Day 10!

Writing Style Attempt: Continuation of Second Person (I'm liking this)

 

When you wake up, your last three toes on your right foot are numb. You flex both feet and move your ankles in opposite circles to return the blood flow and regain sensation. The cat, having spent its morning at the edge of the bed, sees this movement and immediately attacks the blanket catching its front nails in the stitching of the quilt and driving its teeth into your toes. You feel nothing physically, but kick him to the ground anyway. He lands loudly on the ancient wood floor and scampers off with contempt leaving a scent of revenge in the air behind him.

You claw at your phone on the windowsill behind your head, refusing to move more than necessary. Once found, it lights up on its own and glaringly welcomes you to your morning. It’s 5:30am. The phone knows this, but doesn’t care. Just like the idiot cat, and anxious you, once it’s awoken from its slumber there is no more sleep mode.

Maybe tea will help. The only good coffee you own needs to be ground and you’re pretty positive that that much intensive labor two hours before sunrise is forbidden by at least one religion. The heat from the gas burner is so comforting you place your face next to it. Why is this smell so alluring? The cat makes three figure eights around your ankles while sounding his alarm. Fine. You dump him his food and tell him nicely to shut up. As you leave the apartment, he looks up at you ready to meow in protest but before he can begin, you point your finger at him sternly and he yawns instead. Good. You say. In the hallway you can hear him licking at something furiously.

***

Three hours into work, you realize that tea was at best, a mediocre choice. In fact, you question if you possibly drank a useless hot liquid in place of a useful one. It doesn’t matter now. You shift your weight from your left leg to your right. Wait. You think. Are my toes still numb? Less concerned about the fact that one’s body parts should not stay numb for such a period of time, you worry that you have just spent six plus hours unaware that they were numb at all. You scan the room for anyone who might notice you and when it’s clear, you thrust the side of your right foot full force to the side of your desk.

Nothing.

You think about the theory that a person cannot willfully inflict harm on itself with the force that they can upon another. This worries you and so you get up to find Whitney in hopes he will be able to help.

 

(To be continued.)

 

 

Friends – I worked too long today – gonna sleep and venture forth tomorrow!

-ClassyB