Three a.m. perfect time for a walk. He slipped his shoes on, leaning down to tie bright red laces. As quietly as he could, he opened his door and looked around. It was dark in the house. He ventured out into the short hall, trying to be as quiet as possible. He shut the door mostly, and emerged in the kitchen. Careful to not step on the squeaky boards, he made his way to the front door. Living room tv was off, now for the hard part, if someone was in the living room, they would wake up and catch him. z
Opening the door, wincing as it squeaked and groaned, he braced himself, looking about. No one apprehended him, so he stepped out the door and gently closed it behind him. It was still warm from the day, but there was a sense of freedom in the night. He walked the length of the porch and down the steps. There was no where in particular he wanted to go. It was three in the morning. No one was awake, unless they were at their job.
He started down the street, it was peaceful at night. He hadn't slept in twenty four hours as of the last few minutes. He didn't mind. Sleeping..., sleeping was dangerous. Wasn't it Edgar Allen Poe who had said that sleep was like little snatches of death? He thought it was but wasn't sure. It was true. Your mind..., it went somewhere, or was it your soul? When you slept, the world continued, your body lay there, defenseless. Anything at all could happen whilst you sleep. You could die, choke on your tongue, robbers could come to your house, a fire could start, a pipe could burst in your home and you could drown.
So many different ways to die were possible when you slept.
Waking death, though, that was much harder to cause. Of course, there were always random shootings, stabbings, muggings, beatings, sudden cardiac arrest. Chances of survival of those things though..., those were higher because there was concious thought behind them, the likelyhood of getting shot or stabbed was much lower than the chances of a sudden fire.
Death..., it wasn't that he was afriad to die, not at all. He simply wanted to be able to look death in the face when it came for him. Death would be..., a blessing, really. He had nothing to really live for. He was alive..., but it wasn't as though he had any really special talents or anything. He was starting college for game development in a matter of days. Or, he was going to begin living at the dorm because classes would begin in the near future.
A future in game design..., it was really a dream job for many who loved to game, but really, it just made him sad to realize that he was growing older... He was becoming like the rest of them. School was his life, then there would be college and probably a part-time job, once he graduated, work would be his life. Just another mindless worker, amidst all the others.
He thought death would be a better alternative. He'd thought so for a while. Even if he had someone, someone that loved him, he still wasn't sure if he could take it. Death was simple. It was nothingness. Life was mindless.
Sighing, he returned to the house, letting himself in and cautiously returning to his dark room.
He picked up his laptop from the floor, taking a seat on his bed.
Lifting the lid, he saw it was only 3:37. He had a while before he went for his morning bike. Typically, after biking and maybe showering, he would be able to fall asleep. He went to his three game tabs, the characters were almost done working, so he would be able to properly play.
By the time his characters were out of playable points, he had to dress for biking. He plugged his biking headphones into his black iPod and strung it down his shirt, walking out of his room to go out the back door where his bike lay on the mini-sidewalk. He picked it up and walked it down to the alley beside his house.
Nearly an hour later when he returned, he was dripping sweat. Sleep..., it might be possible. He went into the house and to the bathroom, washing his face and taking off his shirt, shorts, and shoes. Clad only in a pair of black boxers, he went to his room and laid in the cool bed. Within moments, sleep claimed him.
The black haired male opened his eyes, it was noon. With a groan, he rolled back over, closing his eyes once more. He was not getting up. Sleep..., sleep was good. College started soon, what a drag.
Sure, he was a genius, didn't mean he liked it. He was going for astrophysics. Since he liked to stare up at the sky so much, he figured he could at least study it. It would get his parents off his back anyway. They thought he slelpt too much, he thought he slept too little. Like now, this argument with himself was taking up valuable sleeping time. He rolled on to his stomach, face-planting into the pillow. He did not want to go to college. He just wanted to sleep.
Five minutes later, he hadn't been able to go back to sleep. He groaned again, deciding to get up and do a few things. Bathroom use was first, then he made himself some food and ate. With that done, he decided a stroll to the park was in order, maybe there he could catch some z's.
He found himself a shady spot partially under a tree and lay there, gazing up into the sky. It was nearly cloudless today. It was a little disappointing but he was asleep in minutes, dead to the world.