Zoshaz

I know I'm lazy and this must be a dream for most...but c'mon no food no water?! 
Ahhh...it makes no difference if I think now or later right?
Back to bed I go!
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I unusually woke up early and I unusually got out of bed without thinking twice.
Without any thought I put my hand on the doorknob and twisted it -huh-
Another twist -why isn't it opening?-
I tried a little harder and then started panicking: no one was home, my parents had left for vacation two days ago, how could it be locked?
I started trying to force it but I was never that strong to be able to do anything, and I certainly didn't want the knob to come off.

I went to the other side of my bed, next to my computer, on my desk was my phone.
It was fully charged, but then the next problem came up.
Before I could even notice there being no signal, I saw outside my window and uttered the most cliché words -w..what?...this has to be a dream!-
It was pitch black, not the "it's late night with no light source dark", it was empty space kind of dark, there was "nothing".
Before I could even panic, I knew, that this would be my survival story.

Survival Guide of the Lazy

I woke up pretty early, a little too early.

I had always been a logical person.

A logical person who chose to be swept by her emotions. After all life is meant to be enjoyed, no point in thinking things through, it's not worth it if it isn't fun, right?

Whenever things went wrong, well even when they didn't, but especially when they went wrong, I was always haunted by nightmares.

And even as a logical person who didn't believe in ghosts, at 3 am after horrifying nightmares all I could always do was freeze in place, not move a single finger or even my eyes in fear of seeing something I didn't want to.

Even if there were nothing, my mind would fill in the dark shadow in the corner to look like a lady standing, staring, glaring, the clothes hanging like a body floating and so on, my imagination taking away any possibility of falling asleep again.

I would break in cold sweat and hold my breath so it wouldn't be heard, terrified of the sound of my own heart beat, waiting always for the sun to rise, so there'd be nothing could lurk even in my mind to finally and instantly visit dreamland for a couple hours.

If I had to complain, perhaps the darkness outside and it's never ending night, that left me stuck in my nightmares even after waking up, was the worst part of my situation.

I couldn't even call someone, which I might have before in pure desperation.

I was like a child, and it would be quite accurate as it was a "habit" I carried since young.

What kept me sane now was the evolving system that had started to interact more.

DAY 10 - Sweet Dreams