Ch. 0 - The Black Cat
I can feel the warmth of my own fur against the soft sheets of my beloved bed. I am now awake; my eyes slowly open and I find myself once again in this reality, the same as ever. No matter how many nights I sleep, it's always the same in the morning. I sigh.
My room isn't messy. It's actually kind of well organized, considering my lack of motivation for taking things out of place. One belongs to where one was placed at first, they say. The clothes are inside the wardrobe. The books on the bookshelves. My PC lies on my desk. Everything is right, and that calms me down. When I'm here, in my bed, surrounded by all of this white and long sheets, the outside world simply doesn't exist.
It's a shame that the dream world can only go so far. And so I get up.
Better hurry up and go to school, I think to myself, as I pick up my towel and head to the bathroom in order to take a quick bath.
My hair is still partially wet when I put on my gray shirt, so I pull it up on a pony tail. I look at the mirror - my hair is too short for a decent pony-tail, but it's better than nothing, I guess. My pants are of a red‾brown color. I like them. My glance escapes to the mirror once again, and I can't stop another sigh from leaving my mouth.
In the kitchen, I have a light breakfast. I place my bag on my back, and run off to the bus. Today is only another day on the constant flow of school days that has been going on for almost twelve years. And I am just another student, a normal creature - except that I consider myself, and others probably also share my opinion, the blacksheep. More like... the black cat.