[Prologue, part 1]

I'm looking up at the ceiling, it's still dark and my eyes can't adjust.

Should I check the time?

Rolling to the right.

Thoughts rush around my head, it could be hours before I have to get up, my phone battery could be dead, Normal things.

Rolling to the left.

I fumble around my pillow for a rectangle shape, find it, grab it and squeeze the wake button, it flashes the light into my face.

Exactly 5 minutes left.

Pain rushes throughout my body, just before accepting the fact of getting up.

Sitting up is only painful in my mind at this time.

My body already a corpse, now just push it into the bathroom.

My room is basic with a bed, TV on the wall, cupboard for clothes, desk, light, books in a bookcase, the bathroom is just next to my room, sitting up i rub my eyes.

I'm hardly a corpse yet, at 23 I should be in prime condition.

but stuffing my face with worldly delights is one of my favorite pastimes.