The time was written in bold segmented neon text on my alarm clock, it showed me that I arrived my room three minutes earlier than I usually do. Which was practically a good start on my part.
Hey, that rhymed.
I chuckled to myself silently as I kicked my shoes off and headed for the shower. I didn't know why I had to shower before going to bed all the time, it wasn't exactly a requirement or something but it was advisable to do. But then again, I didn't even do any activity that made me sweaty or dirty in any way, so why would I have to shower?
Come to think of it, it would be a total waste of water and soap and much more, money. If I didn't shower every night would I be able to purchase at least half of my greatest desires? I paused for a moment, pondering over the thought. It would be possible, I mean if I counted the exact amount of soap I use every night and took its value it would probably reach at least a quarter of the aimed amount.
I blinked multiple times at the revelation. I felt like a cigarette addict that realized the amount of the packs I used would be equivalent to the price of my dream car.
But maybe I did need to shower, I do feel kinda sticky whenever I get home although I barely moved a muscle all day.
I just shrugged and rinsed the rest of the suds off my body.
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Insomnia.
Short Storyin·som·ni·a [in sómnee ə] noun difficulty in sleeping: inability to fall asleep or to remain asleep long enough to feel rested, especially when this is a problem that continues over time. *** Just the simple thoughts of an insomniac.
