You wake up, yawning. Another day, you think to youself.

You look around your room, your vision still blurry. You sigh, you're so tired of waking up alone everyday, in the same damn room. There's no fun in that!

You press yourself against the mattress, enjoying the comfy, warmy feeling. This is heaven, you think, and feel like you're almost falling asleep again.

You were lonely during your entire life. Even when you weren't really alone, there was always something missing, and you couldn't figure what it was.

After spending a couple of minutes laying in bed, rolling around and looking at the ceiling, you get up, hesitantly. You have a life to live, don't you?

You drag yourself to the bathroom to clean up. You look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a mess. A hot mess.

You feel so groggy that, for a second, you don't even remember who you are.