Not So Super, Man

"Destined for greatness", Clark thought as he stepped out of the shower and looked in the tiny bathroom mirror which was completely fogged up, as he had been in there for nearly an hour. "That's a lot of pressure", he said, wiping off the mirror to reveal his chiseled frame staring back at him. Clark had the body of a god, he had all the abs every guy wants and could see more muscles on his body than he knew existed. But as he felt his muscles and stared at his reflection Clark felt weak, just another part of his life's curse, his destiny, for Clark Kent had never worked out a day in his life. He opened the bathroom door to a group of unhappy faces, as his roommates berated him for once again using all the hot water in their dorm room. "I'm going to be late for class now!", one of his roommates said as he brushed past them into his room.

Clark hated his roommates, he hated how they never cleaned up after themselves and left their trash and dishes lying around their rooms. He swore that they would drown in a pile of their own filth if he wasn't around to pick it up. Clark didn't need his powers to hear his roommates through the thin walls of their dorm, playing music through a speaker and inviting friends over to stay up late being loud. Clark thought about complaining to them but he knew they wouldn't listen, and he didn't want to be the guy who told the RA on his "friends", plus it wasn't like Clark was sleeping then anyway. His insomnia had gotten worse since he came to college a few months ago, most nights he'd just lay awake too busy thinking about how tired he was to fall asleep. "Tonight will probably be no different" he thought to himself as he climbed into bed, maybe he would try some melatonin like his mom kept suggesting, "I'll get some the next time I go to the store" he told himself. But Clark hadn't been to the store in weeks, he barely ate when he was in the dining hall, much less when he had to cook the meal himself.

No matter how early Clark went to bed he always woke up feeling the same way, exhausted, he would turn off the alarm on his phone and begin to reason with himself for why he should stay in bed. "I took a shower later in the day yesterday", he said to himself as he set a new alarm for 30 minutes later. But no matter how tired he was, or how much time he had left in his alarm, Clark never fell back asleep. Every morning he would just lay there, dreading the day ahead of him and thinking about how he couldn't wait to get back to his room later so he could be back in bed. Just before he could get out of bed Clark's phone went off, alerting him to a nearby bank robbery in progress. As he flew out his window Clark thought about the journalism class he was about to miss yet again, but he knew he would have stayed in bed and skipped it anyway. At least now he was spending time outside, like his therapist always told him to.