| What's the Point? I wake up, the alarm blaring announcing another day has began. I clumsily reach for it to end the warning that the day has began. I slowly wake up realizing I must get up. I stumble to the bathroom, tripping on that damn basket full of the dirty clothes I have failed to clean. I curse to myself as I climb into the shower, finding that once agian I forgot to pay the heat. The cold water splashing me and sending chills up my spine. I get out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel, goosebumps attacking my body. I trip again on the way back to the bedroom, that damn basket again. I collaspe back in bed trying to figure out, what's the point? Written by John Lane Schultz January 19, 1999 |