Notes:Based on Oren Lavies 'Her morning elegance'
Published at: 2012-12-21 Revised at: 2012-12-21 07:00:00 -0500
Chapter 1: Fight and Flight You wake up thrashing against the bedding, sweating and panting, trying to regain all remaining consciousness. You sit up straight, sweat beading into tiny pools atop your carefully trimmed eyebrows, you use the back of your hand to wipe it off, you need a shower.
Hauling yourself out of bed, you head to the small area that would be better off being called a stall rather than a bathroom. You give the door and experimental push forward, alright no, cubicle is a much better suited name for it. You climb into the small place, your clothes are practically glued to you with sweat. You take the damp clothes of and toss them outside the room, you're extra careful as to not topple over the bottles of shampoo and conditioner (its really unfair how expensive those things are)
You open the shower handle, it's rusted and could do with a good cleaning but you simply don't have the tools, nor do you have the money to buy them.
You wake up with the patter-patter of rain on the trains' window, you open your eyes and are greeted by a glum afternoon, an afternoon that you could have expected, the clouds were already gathering when you left you shabby apartment but alas; as always you forgot to fetch your umbrella. You adjust your thin, worn out coat, it doesn't do much against the cold of winter but you suppose it'll do, just until you can get a stable job, you promise yourself.