You open your eyes, but your lids seem to fight back.
The comforting warmth of your blanket seems to shield you from the world's evil. But, like your vacation, the warmth of the blanket also had to come to an end.
You force yourself up. After all, it's Monday morning- again... Your sarcastic self tells you in the back of your mind.
Great, Monday…
I had a bit too much to drink yesterday. My head buzzes. Oh, mammal...
You struggle to keep up your routine, but before you weigh your options, Coreline catches your attention as if it were your first time looking out of the window.
Was it the alcohol?
Towering buildings stretched up into the sky until they were cut off by a gray ceiling. They formed a tunneled maze, similar to an ant's nest.
It was drenched in purple smog, occasionally blooming from the panorama of neon ads everywhere. A maze of pipes and cables aligned with each street, below Coreline’s animals were strolling their way.
The city outside had already been awake in full swing. It seems to have left you behind to catch up.
You sense some faint train traffic rattling below your apartment as your floor lightly shakes.
*Wooosh*
You decide not to open the window since the smog outside was stuffier than the poorly ventilated air in your apartment. You begin to ask yourself.
The last flush was almost a week ago - did they forget?
Your thought was followed by a dismissive shrug of your shoulders.
It doesn't matter.
What did how ever matter was the feeling creeping up in your throat. It itched with a dry sensation.
I should get …
