Jesus Christ. Do you always look like this?
I forced my eyes open. I felt like I was on an old roller coaster with a broken axle.
What the **** is wrong with you?
I tried to focus but it made my eye muscles hurt. So I closed them again.
Get up!
So I sat up.  My stomach hurt.
Get up!
I braced myself with my arms. My skin was burning.
It's almost four!
Why are you being so loud?
Because it's almost four!
I laid back down and put my chin to my chest so the tendons in my back could stretch out.
Did you hear me?
I heard you.
You know I'm not going to feel bad for you.
Could you go away then?
It's almost four!
I don't have to be up til seven.
Four in the afternoon four. Itll be dark in two hours four.
I squeezed my eye lids together and yanked the scratchy yellow blanket up past my shoulder.
...
Then why do I even have to bother getting up?
Because that's what people do. They get up and have lives.
That's really cool for people. But I'm not a people. I'm the biggest man in the world.
What?
I'm still asleep.
What the **** is wrong with you?
I'm still asleep.
...
My stomach wretches. Go get a bucket.
What?
Go get a bu-. I roll onto my side and puke off of the mattress and onto the grey stubbly carpet.
What the ****!
I think I'm okay now.