Myriad Anonymous 2012/06/10 (Sun) 13:01 No. 21404 [Reply] ▼
"Mng. Five more minutes."
Of course, there's nobody actually here waking me up, and my alarm clock isn't even set, so I'm really just talking to myself, but it's the little everyday things that are important sometimes, you know?
"Out of bed right this instant, young lady. It's a school day, you know." My grown-up voice needs some work. Is it actually a school day? I have no idea.
"Mmmng. I'll eat breakfast while I'm brushing my teeth. Gimme five more minutes."
"If you're going to have such a hard time getting up in the morning, then I suppose we'll just have to institute a curfew
rather than letting you sit up 'til who-knows-when watching those cartoons of yours, hm?"
That's a low blow, adult me.
The ritual complete, I stretch hard, shoulders rolling backward until my back is completely arched up off the floor, then relax, letting the air leave my lungs as I hit the deck with a whumph. I sit up, take one last shake of the head to clear the cobwebs out, and then I'm ready to go, or at least as ready as I ever am.
Right, I had plans, didn't I? First thing I was gonna do when I got up was--
"...This is not my room." I say it aloud more out of surprise than anything else; the realization derails my train of thought completely, and I rub the sleep out of my eyes and wake myself up the rest of the way. The shock fades quickly, thankfully; it's not my room, but I do at least recognize the room I'm in as the...
. The concept's there, it's just the word I'm missing. Uh, starts with an 'S', has like 8 or 9 letters, rhymes with... something
"Nnngh." What is this, early onset senility? I can't help but laugh at myself. "I'm ninety-two years old," I croak in my best old-lady voice, "and my name's..."
...What is my name?
The sweat on my body is cold now. I look down, and I don't recognize the clo
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