Literature
Dark Streets part 5
My dreamless sleep was interrupted by the piercing shriek of the alarm clock. I reluctantly opened my eyes and rolled out of bed. The small room was cluttered like the rest of the apartment, clothes and paper constantly underfoot. There had been a time when I cared and made an attempt at cleaning them up, but that was a losing battle. I turned off the clock and enjoyed the sweet silence that followed. As my routine dictated, I put on a pair of jogging pants, a thin sweater, and a pair of sunglasses. Content, I made my way down to the street.
I knew I was taking a risk by sticking to my old routine, especially with an unknown number of peop