I awoke slowly, feeling hot and sticky like a fat man wearing gimp suit. The day had started badly, but I felt refreshed after removing my rubber pyjamas and stepping into the shower. part of me was screaming out for a cigarette. Screaming for the sickly sweet hit that would make this crummy world seem less hopeless. I stopped screaming when the neighbours started to complain, then finished my shower. Perhaps dragging myself into the office would relieve some of this crippling monotony.
