Why is it so much light in here? I ask myself, opening my eyes, confused. Like usual, I am all wrapped up in the bedsheet, laying on my front, spread eagle in the centre of the bed with the pillows scattered all around me. This is strange I contemplate, looking around the room. It is a lot brighter than I was expecting. I sleepily turn my head to the bedside table, where my alarm clock is. Holy shit, fuck! It’s late.
I jump out of bed and immediately fall on my hands and knees since my feet are tangled in the bedsheet. This proves to be a good thing, in the end. It gives me the opportunity to find probably the only clean t-shirt in the house, under the bed. I take it out, smell it and, content that it still, vaguely, smells of laundry detergent, I put it on in a hurry, not even caring that it’s with the back to the front. I run through the bedroom door and burst through the, slightly open, bathroom door in a hurry to take the fastest shower in human history. I only manage to take one step inside when my feet freeze on the spot.