A story i wrote part 1 (239 hits)
Category: Noneno reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Mushroom Frazzle (View user info) at 2004-02-11 15:01:30 EST
I woke up screaming, the nightmare had come back, I still can't believe it; I have a perfect life, a perfect job (which is a lottery winner and successful entrepreneur), a perfect girlfriend and a perfect house, yet I'm not happy. My sleeping life is plagued with a recurring nightmare, and my waking life is plagued with memories and hallucinations because although I am asleep, I don't rest. My psychiatrist has put it down to a form of chronic insomnia.
I live off of a mix of caffeine pills, cold showers and strong, black coffee, these three ingredients are the key to my success, but I can't be sustained by them forever.
I sat up and looked in the mirror; I looked terrible, I was sweating and my hair was plastered to my head with old hair wax and sweat. The bags under my eyes looked bigger than ever, I slumped back onto my pillow, suddenly feeling unbelievably exhausted.
I groaned, I didn't think I could stand another monotonous drone that was meeting other overly rich couples for meals and trying to work in that hot, stuffy office. I laughed, bitterly, at this thought, all of my money and influence and I still can't get decent air-conditioning in my office. People seem to put fashion before function in today's society: women will wear the most uncomfortable things, like girdles or high heels, if they think it makes them look good; men will wear the worst smelling cologne if the advertisers say it will get them into someone's bed, and they seem to think that I will be happy to sit all day in that tiny, densely furnitured room if it makes people think "Oh! What a nice little office! The person who works in here must be fantastically organised and interesting!" but I'm not happy, dammit, I'm not happy at all! My advisors won't hear a thing I say unless they think it is worthy to send to a board of directing advisors, I'll be getting the air-conditioning suggestion decision within 6-8 weeks, but I already know what the answer is.
I finally managed to roll out of bed and drag myself across the cluttered floor toward the shower. The maid hasn't turned up for a week, probably because she got sick of me messing up my room so much, she had to work overtime just to clear the floor and remove all of the shattered remains of yesterdays inevitable mood swing.
While turning the knob on the shower, I held my hand under the steady stream of water; I don't know why I put my hand there because I cranked it straight up to the coldest setting anyway. I clambered into the shower and gave a sharp intake of breath as the freezing water hailed onto my shoulders and down my back, my skin felt as if it were shrinking as it pulled together into goosebumps. How much longer could I go on living like this?
User Reviews
No reviews