Faust-Hiwatari

The alarm sounds for the umpteenth time, and I've lost count of the times "snooze" has been pressed between dreams. the numbers glare 7:15. I contemplate falling back into a state of lucid dreaming before silencing the shrill squawking of the clock. No time for a shower, I attempt to flatten the nest of cowlicks my hair has become in the nights. After several moments, combing with my hands, I manage to secure a small tuft of hair within a rubber band. Autumn is nearing it's end, and winter is fast approaching; the frigid floor, evidence of this, bites hard into my feet as I shuffle around my apartment. I shiver as I pull off my bed clothe

I started writing this almost a year ago back in October, this story started telling itself in my mind. I only have a few parts of it composed, but I'm only really lacking a solid middle of the story, and I have a basic idea.   It would just be a very short story though. I am re-arranging these from old conversations I had, because a hard copy no longer exists (unfortunately) This is all I have, the brackets are my thoughts, or rather my comments that I made while writing this and brainstorming in this conversation. July 10th        The doctors said I should start a journal; a record of any changes that may occur as a result of the su