You are running.

Something is chasing you. It's fast and starting to catch up to you.. It's breath you feel in the back of your neck.

You run and run, but all the paths lead nowhere. A maze made of bricks, they are cold against you bare feet. You are freezing, you fall to the ground and..

.ee…

….eee*

…beee…

*beeep* *beeep* *beeep*

You open your eyes.

The ceeling.. there is a moisture mark… the wood is gonna cave in on top of you one of these days.

You turn around and turn the alarm off, your white shirt is drenched in sweat, you fell asleep on the couch. Again. You feel like shit.

You touch the floor with your feet, its sticky.. the carpet is covered with empty chip bags and cans. Drinking beer and eating fried chicken, your diet for the last couple years and lately your nightmares are getting worse. You really need to clean up the place one these days.
As you get up from the couch, your body feels the punch of last night's drinking, your head is pounding with pain.

Your whole body is sore but you still make it out of the living room.. you might be getting a fever or maybe you died and came back as a corpse because that is how you feel. You walk to the fridge to drink some water, you settle with some cold left over milk which you almost spit when you look at the clock.

You are late. Again.

Stumbling to the bathroom, wash your face with cold water. Looking at the mirror, you look like you lost a fight against alcoholism. Your face is swollen and pale.
Hopping into the shower and turning the hot water on feels like an escape from the cruel reality that is living in your body. The hot water feels like a miracle on your body, you wash your body as best as you can, slowly the pain stabbing headache dissapears as the steam begins to fill the bathroom.

With your eyes closed, you feel the hot steam doing wonders against your skin..
But still, you can't shake off the dream that you had, it has been happening the same for these last weeks. You don't fully remember how it starts only a few images here and there but is always similar. A great white mist, cold and moist. It pours and pours, never ending and dense, you can't even see through it.

You change into a fresh shirt, grabbing your keys and wallet on the way out. As you drive to work, you can't help but think about how your life has spiraled out of control. You used to have a promising career and a healthy lifestyle, but now you're stuck in a dead-end job as a janitor and your drinking has taken over your life. You make a mental note to try and turn things around, but it's hard to shake the feeling that it might be too late.

You drive as quickly as you can to the highschool. From the road, you almost get a whole picture of the town, bigger and bigger everyday, the huge mall at the distance. Most of the town are houses and districts.

You could try to grab some breakfast at the dinner but you are running in late, should you want to risk it?

>Go to work
>Get some breakfast at the dinner