I wake up,
My bladder is full,
So I get up to empty it.
I take my meds,
Going back to sleep.
I wake up,
It's the afternoon.
I get up,
Fully.
I play video games
While listening to music.
The day passes into night.
I wake up,
My bladder is full,
So I get up to empty it.
I take my meds,
Going back to sleep.
It's becoming tiring.
I wake up,
It's the afternoon.
I get up,
Fully.
I play video games
While listening to music.
The day passes into night.
I wake up.
Everything repeats itself.
My bladder is full,
So I get up to empty it.
I take my meds,
Going back to sleep.
I wake up,
Today seems different.
My bladder is full,
So I get up to empty it.
I check the time,
It's 6AM -
It's not time yet,
I'm going back to sleep.
I wake up,
I check the time -
It's 10AM.
I get up,
Get ready for work.
First day,
And nervous.
Arriving,
Anxiety creeps in.
After work,
I'm tired.
I did a good job,
For my first time.
Though,
Everything went fast,
While my mind went slow.
I have to get used to it -
Let tomorrow not be yesterday.
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Author:
Zora (Pseudonym) (
Online)
- Published: September 19th, 2025 12:50
- Category: Short story
- Views: 1
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