I closed the door behind me, hiding from the long, tiresome day outside.
Fighting my way trough waves of paperwork and clothes, some dirty, and some fit for another day of use, I found my bed.
A last safe-heaven in the monotone sea my life had become.
I kicked off my boots and willingly fell into bed, the soft impact was a loving embrace. My back ached and my head felt too heavy to be supported by my neck alone. Luckily I didn't have to work tomorrow, and I could sleep the whole day away if I wanted to.
And if I didn't wake up, nothing would change.
Perhaps I should do some cleaning? Sort out this mess I live in?
I gave the mountains of filth a final gaze. Yeah, not tomorrow, but some day soon.
Blindly stretching out towards where I knew it would be, I found the box of half-eaten pizza on a nearby pile of..... What pile was that again?
It didn't matter.
A few pieces of aged pizza later, I fell asleep flat on my back. An escape from this state of mind, a window to a brighter tomorrow.
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Three things immediately felt odd as I awoke, eyes closed and head throbbing.
My bed felt much harder than it should, something prevented me from opening my mouth.
Nothing that hadn't happened before, yet. But then again, unless that pizza had somehow destroyed my inner ear, I was pretty sure that I was sitting.
I steadied my head and opened my eyes, trying to take in the world around me, and more important, understand it.
Bound to a chair in what could only be a basement or some other kind of subterranean structure, I was starting to panic more and more the more awake I became.
As my muffled shouting finally died out, I could hear quiet footsteps behind me, and a hooded figure became visible from my right side.
With a shadowed face, only showing a wicked grin, and a long, slender knife that told of slow, painful death, the reaper strode before me.
With a movement as grim as death itself, the Killer gave me a puzzling, and horrifyingly analytical look. It, for this was clearly not a human being any more, began to beat abstract beats on the blade of the dagger, seemingly unsure of what to do with the situation.
In a flash of corrupted genius, the pondering ended, and the beast in human form decided on which way to go about to make this as enjoyable as possible.
After all, it had all day.