Every Single Morning

The day started with the same head splitting headache Luther always had in the mourning. His mouth felt extremely dry, so he used his tongue to spread saliva around his mouth.He immediately regret his decision when he tasted his breath and by the gods it tasted horrible. After laying in his bed for a while staring at the ceiling thinking about the events of last night and the many bad decision that he made and is going to make. He forced himself to get up. His bed was so low to the ground that by the time he stood up the blood had rushed from my head leaving him disoriented, with no feeling but the headache painfully trying to pull his head apart. “Every single morning”, he grumbled to himself. Look around his room he hears the voice of his mother “Lou, Lou clean up your room”. He ignored it. There was clothes in piles all over the floor and he went to the used-but-doesn’t-smell-that-bad pile. Purple colored shirt, short sleeve, with a collar and two buttons and blacks jeans that loosely fit but are comfortable. “That’ll work” he thought to himself. He started walking toward the bathroom right outside his bedroom and stops himself “I never meet my mother. Whose voice was that?”. He stood there pondering in his boxers when he was interrupted by the taste of his own breath again. “Captain, to the bathroom we go”, he said out loud while walking into the bathroom. After putting the clothes he picked out on the closed toilet seat he started brushing his teeth, counting to 235……….exactly 235, no more, no less. After that he hops in the shower and while scrubbing he sings to a tune in his head.

“Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest

YO HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RUM

take a few sips and the devil does the rest

YO HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RUM”

He stays silent for the rest of the time, washing his long black hair. Thoughts ran by his head.

“Who did I hear a while ago?

Why are all my clothes black or purple?

Why didn’t I take off my boxer during the shower?

235 is the best number EVER maybe thats why I picked this apartment”

After finishing his shower he steps out, dry himself with his purple towel and gets ready for the day.