I smack the blaring alarm and stumble out of bed. It’s time for the dreaded workday. Some days, I’d rather eat a bowl of nails then do the 9 to 5.
The room is dark as I shuffle to the bathroom, careful not to jam my toe on the corner like I normally do. It always hurts like a bitch.
The flicker of the bathroom light is blinding. After rubbing my eyes until they’re raw, I take a look in the mirror. My hands fall to my mouth. The person staring back, is someone else entirely.