I wake up to blinding sunlight. It streams through the windows like millions of tiny light bulbs lighting up my dorm. My eyes twitch and blink painfully, the salt residue still outlining the more sensitive parts. Everything's a blur, a first for me as I usually wake up, get up, and know what the hell I'm doing that day within a few minutes. Today though, I have forgotten everything.
Who was I again? The guy who wasted six months of his life on someone who didn't really care and then spent almost an entire year fighting the fact that it wasn't worth it? Surely you jest. I was the smart twin who will grow up to be rich, famous, everything he'd ever want, except a girl by his side for the rest of his days. He'd be content, because he'd have everything he'd ever wished for in life.
"To hell with that." I said, checking the digital clock on my beside table. An hour later than when I usually wake up. Figures, my body clock was probably screwed up after wasting the three hours in Paris and barely sleeping a wink after I dragged myself back on board, down the hall, and into bed, not even bothering to change out of the tux I had already used twice before, close to the beginning of the year when Zack and I were involved a kind of spy condiment espionage that I only went through with for her. It was pointless, now that I look back at it because she didn't believe me and even when I proved myself, she broke her promise. Then there was the wedding,
The familiar "ding" that came with texts on my phone was my first motivation to move a muscle this morning. Bad news, the screen hurt more than the morning sun and it was my brother texting me. Good news... There was none as I read the simple, grammatically butchered text which read "Hey R U up?????".
Okay, this is getting boring,
L
Who was I again? The guy who wasted six months of his life on someone who didn't really care and then spent almost an entire year fighting the fact that it wasn't worth it? Surely you jest. I was the smart twin who will grow up to be rich, famous, everything he'd ever want, except a girl by his side for the rest of his days. He'd be content, because he'd have everything he'd ever wished for in life.
"To hell with that." I said, checking the digital clock on my beside table. An hour later than when I usually wake up. Figures, my body clock was probably screwed up after wasting the three hours in Paris and barely sleeping a wink after I dragged myself back on board, down the hall, and into bed, not even bothering to change out of the tux I had already used twice before, close to the beginning of the year when Zack and I were involved a kind of spy condiment espionage that I only went through with for her. It was pointless, now that I look back at it because she didn't believe me and even when I proved myself, she broke her promise. Then there was the wedding,
The familiar "ding" that came with texts on my phone was my first motivation to move a muscle this morning. Bad news, the screen hurt more than the morning sun and it was my brother texting me. Good news... There was none as I read the simple, grammatically butchered text which read "Hey R U up?????".
Okay, this is getting boring,
L
