Just Another Day
I would have liked today to have gone by a little smoother, however, the bruises and cuts
surrounding my body told me otherwise. So, here I am, fallen and immobile, half dead and struggling to
rise up. I lift my head up slightly as a somewhat blurry figure approaches and raises a knife.
"Had enough yet?" Well this is pleasant. On one hand, I knew that this had to be done, because a hero never gives up.
Although at this point, surrendering didn't seem like such an awful option. I breathed in deeply as the
blurry figure circled around me. Pull yourself together…together… after all, I've been through worse;
world wars, cold wars, fighting my diet… this is merely one stepping stone that I must simply overleap, right?
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my side and looking over, come to realize that I've just been jabbed
with the back end of a rifle. Opportunity. With shaky hands I reach towards the equipment, firmly
grasping the handle and cocking the gun. Slowly but surely I regained my composure and up heaved
myself from the earth. Abruptly, reminiscence and the bitter taste of the past flooded my mind. I was
sure I replayed the current scene somewhere else before, but where? Guns pointed at blank point
range, traditional uniforms, and an aura of rebellion. I shake the memory off and focus on the enemy
ahead. I shift a bit, and charged towards my opponent. He quickly pivoted and knocked me to the
ground with the back of his musket. Immediately, my vision went blank, and all I could see was a bright
yellow text box bearing the words: GAME OVER.
This was instantly followed by a chat bubble that said," Sorry bro, maybe next time :)". Glancing over my
shoulder, I shot a death glare over at my "opponent" who was currently putting on a victory face and
cutesy smile in a very characteristic style.
"What the hell Matt? I thought you never played this video
game before?"
"…Beginners luck?" you're lucky I love you too much to care. I stood up and sighed.
"That's it. I'm sleeping on the floor tonight."
"But Al-"
"No buts. Take the bed. I need to sleep with some of my dignity still intact!"
Walking over to him, I angled his chin, and pressed a goodnight kiss to his lips.
We parted for air, and smirking, I whispered, "I win."