PHIL
It was 4am on a Saturday morning when I woke up. The bed sheets clung to my skin which was drenched with sweat. I must have had another bad dream but yet again I couldn't remember for the life of me what it was about. Rolling over I looked out the window into the skyline of London. Not the best view but still spectacular in that modern-day building view kind of way. Still sometimes I wished I could look out and see the rolling hills of the countryside or the vast abyss of space and be surrounded by stars. Now that would be cool.
Dan was snoring away from the other room as he often started doing lately. He never used to snore but ever since his new "hobby" he couldn't seem to help it. I tried to think what we were going to do today but my mind came up blank, as it often did these days. It seemed like today was going to be like all the others.
Switching my view to the ceiling I stared absentmindedly, enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning. I willed time to stop and for me not to have to get up and go about my day, or face the day at all. I would quite happily just lay here and do nothing until I was an old skeleton for all I cared. To be honest I couldn't figure out why either. I just didn't want to do anything lately, or to face anything. It was a strange feeling.