Growl

It's cold and dark where I'm living and once again, I try to lift my head from my pillow and find the strength to face another day

It was pitch black outside. She woke up before the alarm bell and managed to knock down everything on her night table while trying to grasp her cell phone.
She was going to call in sick. But was running out of excuses. Lately she had been allocating the days evenly throughout the weeks, trying to avoid any suspicion or gossip in the workplace. People were ready to stab you in the back.

It was noon when she woke up again. She had received an sms on her cell. Some random person.

She was emotionally unbalanced. Last week it was about the boy, this week it was life in general. How could she explain the lows rapidly taking over the highs and the desperate need to stay in bed; a shelter for her thoughts?
It's not as if people were listening and no one was noticing the conversations becoming collective monologues; no feedbacks, no sincere display of emotions.

She was staring carefully at the cracks in the wall. In rainy days they would fill with water leaking onto the parquet floors, leaving a stench and  humidity in the room that didn't concern her any more than her stomach starting to growl.

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