A Day in the Life (and Death) of You Pages

Your mother smiles at you as you come down the stairs. Your hair is well-combed today and she notices.

You dress slowly in your nicest clean clothes. Not much is clean, so your clothes really aren't that nice, but you tried. That's what matters! You brush your teeth and meander downstairs.

You crawl back into bed and yell out that you are not feeling too well and can't go today. You cough (Quite sadly, I'll admit; is that your best fake cough? Pathetic.) and wait until your family leaves.

Your friend gives you a ride to the city where you meet with a group of friends. You eat frozen yogurt and buy costumes for the upcoming Halloween parties you will surely be invited to.

You go home and realize you stink. You slip into a nice warm bath.

You slink into the class and notice something written on the board. Your terrible little eyes can barely read it, so you ask the girl next to you what it says.

You sleep well. You dream of strange, terrible things. By the time you wake, they are nothing but distant memories of something that happened to someone else in another life. You let the dreams drift away. You carry on with your life.

As you scream, you lurch away from the clown and your head dives below the water. Hot, sudsy water flows into your fragile lungs. You cough and it does not help.

It is no use. You try to escape, but you cannot. The flames tug at your clothes. They melt your fragile skin. They are as hot and painful as the fire and you wonder if they are your own.

You go to your favorite rooftop restaurant that serves greasy burgers and crispy fries. You look out over the city. It is a crispy day. You are sitting outside.

You ask Amy to bring you back a burger and fries and get back to work. After finishing some very, very important tasks, you decide to stretch your legs and get the printer ink.

You fish through your desk and, below some crinkled papers and loose paper clips, you find a "Cup o' Noodles". You head into the break room and put it in the microwave.

You press yourself even closer into the glass as the gunman notices you. You cower in the corner and hope. He lines up the gun and shoots.

You wait until the gunman looks away and scurry over the glass railing. You take a deep breath.

For a moment, it feels as if you are floating. The air encompasses you gently and you drift.

Big. Small. Medium. Hairy. Slimy. Opaque. Translucent. On the floor. On the ceiling. On the walls.

After 5 and a half hours of Orange Is the New Black, you remember your mother just did a Costco run! You run downstairs and hesitate. In the freezer, there are your favorite microwave burritos. In the basement, there are boxes of mac and cheese. Which do you want to eat?

You microwave a burrito and go back to bed. You sleep well with a warm full belly.

You jog downstairs and push a cobweb out of the way as you enter the basement. You don't bother with the light, you know exactly where your mom keeps the mac and cheese. You take two steps in and the door shuts behind you. You think it's strange but are not worried, until it won't open.

Now that the 'rents are gone, you decide it's time to have some fun! Unfortunately, there is no way of doing that in this big boring house alone.

No, actually, that's not actually an option. That's gross.

You slide into the sultry, hot, steaming soup of your own filth. It feels quite nice.

You hop in the shower. A bottle of conditioner falls onto your toe. You cry out in pain. After a deep breath, you are alright.