1st Person Perspective of Someone You Know

By Caroline Fraser

I wake up to sunlight streaming through my curtains, illuminating my scruffy, unshaven face.  I complain at the radio, yelling at me to wake.  I get out of bed and my feet find my slippers.  I wander to the bedside unit and knock my girlfriends’s hairbrush and perfume over as I scramble for my glasses.

Breakfast presents itself in its usual morbid fashion but coffee signifys a better start to the day.  I shower and rub some gel into my hair, trying to create some amazing style in order to drag attention away from the smoky smudges around my eyes.

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