Short Story Writing - Time to Sleep

Time to Sleep

Finally, I have some time to myself. I can slip into bed without any worries of being bothered by someone. For only the second time today, with the first time being waking up this morning, I am truly alone.

Throughout the day, I am never alone. Even on the drive to work, I don't consider myself to be alone, even though its only me in the car. I consider cars to be extensions of people, so if I'm stuck in a traffic jam, I consider myself to not be surrounded by cars, but by people, and slow moving ones at that. I don't consider houses to be extensions of people though, just in case you were wondering. Houses don't move, so they're not really much of a disturbance to me.

My job isn't an escape from people either. In fact, it forces me to talk to people. Being a telemarketer isn't exactly a job for the anti-social. First off, I'm stuck in a room full of noises that people make. There's the constant droning noise that everyones combined voices make. Then theres the shuffling of papers, the crunch of a stapler, booming footsteps of an overweight co-worker walking by. And then theres the phone calls that we are obligated to make. Ive memorized the script that we have to say to people when we call them. It goes something like, "Hi I'm a representative from Telecom Marketing Agencies and I wanted to let you know about our exciting new products that we have to offer you today", although I usually don't get past the first few words without hearing a click, and then dial tone. Nobody is ever nice to a telemarketer. Nobody ever says hi back to me, or asks me how my day is. Instead they just hate me, even though I'm a stranger, one that they'll never care to get to know. I've realized that this unnecessary hatred is the reason why I don't like other people. Other people don't like me and will never care to know me, so why should I like other people?

But enough about my job. I think enough about that purgatory while I'm there. I don't need to be thinking about other people while I lie in bed before I sleep. I just need to focus on the silence. Yes the beautiful silence before falling asleep. Its so comforting.

Crash

Dammit that sounded alot like glass being broken. Now I hear footsteps. Is this a person? A person breaking my moment of solitude? Why can't these people just leave me alone? Sorry, but I can't take this anymore. Ok good, the baseball bat underneath my bed is still there. Luckily I sleep with my door open so I can easily slip out unnoticed. My bare feet don't make any sound against the floor as I walk smoothly towards the muffled sounds coming from my living room.

I see you, but you're too busy searching for something to notice me behind you. The moonlight shining in from my broken window make it easy to see your silhouette. I don't even hesitate with the swing of my bat. Just one motion, and I'm alone again. Finally, I can get some sleep.





Ok so with this one, my prompt was to write in 1st person about someone with their house being broken into. I don't think I did a very good job of it, mostly because I only had a few hours to write this haha. Oh wells though