/lit/ - Literature

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The alarm clock rang, slid, and shook across the dresser and he didn't even hear it until it crashed onto the floor. He had dozed off again, had just fallen asleep in front of his computer screen again. He had said he would stop doing that, but oftentimes when his eyes were starting to droop, his chair would be just too comfortable and the bed was just too far away. His eyes slowly and achingly sputtered open as he became acutely aware of each and every one of his body parts--his feet, his back, his hands, his legs--as he started to stretch. Pushing the chair away from the desk to make some space, he got up, still feeling stuck in that heavy between sleep and awakeness. He really needed to think about changing his sleeping habits but staying up playing that 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.