Around two to two-thirty pm I finally convince myself to get out of bed. My body snaps and pops as I stand up and stretch my legs. I navigate my way through a saw trap of a room I set up for myself. The door opens with a snap and I continue making my way through the dimly light house. I stand up straight from the hunch I started in and fully open my eyes letting in what little light there is. After I've made my way to the kitchen I look at the growing pile of dishes. Sticky plates and stained bowls. Pots pans and anything you could imagine.
I walk through the tight, short hallway over to the pantry before reaching a couple of inches above my head. Three boxes one of them being a real cereal box and the other two being empty plastic ones. I grab the only full one and go back to the sink placing the box on the counter on the way. I start washing the dishes to make room to fill the kettle.
As I wash the dishes I stare deep into the window in front of me; a hot floridian summer that's soon to come to an end. I stop washing the dishes and just stand leaning on the lip of the sink thinking about how I wasted my time and begin questioning my own worth. Fired from an aquarium, ignored by those closest to me before I end up pushing them away like I do every year. Loneliness sets in, down deep into a tension on my back. I look back up at and out the window questioning reality. Do I deserve what I have? Am I truly worth it. No
No.
I push past the thoughts of all the things I could do with my hands and the things around me. I grab the kettle and tears start to well in my eyes before I wipe them pushing down on the corners of my eyes. Filling the kettle takes less then a minute and I set it on the base setting the desired temperature to 200°.
In the corner of my eye however I see something that stands out to me. A bone white thing, with stone for skin and deep cracks all over what I could see of the body.
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"Whatever you are I'm not in the mood to deal with right now!" I shout into the "empty" house. The thing makes no noise and I turn back to the sink finishing the dishes. I dry my hands with the hand towel under the French press. Now I notice the things hand wrap over the edge of the wall before the pantry.
"Do you need something!?" I shout at the mortuary assistant looking entity.
"Would you like coffee?" I ask it. Now I notice the sickly smile stretching over half of his face one so ironically non-human it sent electricity through my fingers making my hands shake as I try and mix cinnamon and coffee ground to make my coffee my preffered way. I turn my head towards it to try and get a better look and a white blur appears as it whips its head around the corner.
I continue to make my coffee as watches closely with a truly sickening smile. I pour the water and fully turn towards it. However instead of retreating toward the pantry it sprints in a six foot plus blur to the utility room. I dare to walk towards it to grab the milk for my cereal and coffee. On the fourth step a coin falls from my chest and onto the floor. I look down at it and at the top of my vision two more faces appear. One was just an eye, one was a blank face yet looking at it it seemed like it was trying to call for help. Yet it could correctly communicate it to me. The other I have already described. I grab the milk but this time looking at them provides an extremely overwhelming sense of calm.
I prep my mug and pour the coffee before sitting in between the counters so I could see the door. When I look up at them they disappear and when I look down at my mug I see them standing in the corner of the laundry room. Normally not even one person could fit. With a safe and vacuum in the way there was less than a foot of distance in between the door and the safe.
"Leave me and all the occupants of this home alone, human, cat, or otherwise!" I shout at the three. "Would you like coffee so we can discuss how you will occupy this space while we still live here? We have no where else we can afford to go!" Soon they disappear even if I look away. I thank them and head back to my room forgetting to make my breakfast in the process.