Malone
My phone is beeping loudly, awaking me from a slumber that was so deep, I'm pretty sure I drooled on my pillow. Cracking open an eye, I look around my childhood bedroom and sigh loudly. I've never been what anyone would call an early riser, but to pay the bills, I have to do what I have to do. Pulling my phone off the bedside table, I literally shudder when I read the three-thirty AM with my own two eyes.
Flinging off the covers, I stumble to the small bathroom attached to my bedroom and turn on the faucet as cold as it will go so that I can shock my system into wakefulness. This and the espresso Cherry makes at the shop are the only things that have kept me going these first few days. If I'm objective though, I can admit that I do like working with my hands, I like being on my fe
