Title:           "Good Morning" (Unfinished)
Author:          Fate_Unknown
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/eaTA1rRK
First Edit:      Monday 4th of July 2016 11:30:12 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 4th of July 2016 11:30:12 AM CDT

>Wake up in the morning feeling like shit
>All you see is the plain, egg white ceiling
"Why am I looking at the ceiling"
>You ask yourself why you are looking at ceiling.
"Its just a ceiling.Wake up already," you say,  reminding yourself
>Mind kicks in. Retardation mode disengaged
> Okay. Ceiling check. Morning check. Out of bed. Not check.
>You move a little.
> Can't get up. Your body betrays you. You try again.
> Still can't up.
"Fuck you body! I have to get up! Let me move!"
> Still can't get up. Fuck.
>Think. Think. How can you get up.
"Roll."
>You need to roll. Your life is rolling. Rolling, is what you must do.
"One... Two...
"Three!"
> Your body heaves with such strength that even the gods of Olympus said, "Oh shit"
> Moves a bit.
"FUCK!"
>Fuck fuck fuck. There must be a way.
> Momentum maybe.. yes that it!
> Five more attempts at rolling off and you fall on your face
VICTORY ACHIEVED
> The hard part is over. Time to take a shower.
>Walking into the restroom,  you notice something horribly off.
"Sonata, where is the soap!"
> Normally, you would be pissed off,  but she's done this enough times that the mental scarring has dulled the pain