Day 2

Although my everyday began earlier than average for most people, today was different. The sky opened up for rain around 6 in the morning, and I stared at the window pane for hours, watching the rain drip down the sides of the crackled paint. I couldn’t stop thinking of how I was going to get past eight days of no sleep. Today was the fourth. I blinked, pulling my eyes away from the heavy shower of rain and stretched. Sadly, the work I dreaded and feared called upon me. Find a new job, the meds aren’t good enough to help undepress this one. I finished writing it down as I heard a knock at the mahogany door covered in its own mass amounts of yellow notes. I ruffled my hair and walked to the opening, slipping a white tank over my head. I gingerly opened it, a slight squeaking were made by the hinges. I poked an eye through the crack, examining the man in front of me. He only gave me a slight up down and blurted “sorry, wrong door” and moved on. I shrugged and closed the door. I wasn’t certain of many names around this area, but I was certain he was the man who sometimes spoke to himself in the hallway when he thought no one was looking, maybe Josh or Jason? It didn’t matter. When I looked in the hallway however, it did. The olive green walls were stained from recent leaks, and boxes crowded the sides for a recent move. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t leave just yet.