/lit/ - Literature

The alarm clock ringing, sliding, and shaking across the dresser he could hardly hear it. He had dozed off again, just fell asleep in front of his computer screen again. He had said he would stop doing that but his chair was just too comfortable and the bed was just too far away. His eyes slowly and achingly sputtered open his limbs and torso he became acutely aware of each and every one of his body parts as he started to stretch. Pushing the chair away from the desk to make some space, he got up, still feeling tired. He really needed to think about changing his sleeping habits but staying up playing this new MMO had just been too alluring for the past couple of weeks. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do--one might think that after years of being cooped up inside a genetic testing lab, he'd want to spend more time outside but no, the indoors were the familiar and the familiar is what brought him comfort after being torn from the only life he had known since birth. Besides, when you're a 7ft, 300 pounds genetically altered kangaroo, you can't exactly just waltz down to the local supermarket and buy a box of Cheez-bops and and a case of Shaka Cola.