Counting Days: Prologue
This is a story describing how I feel about the fandom and how I see it happening when I am soon to be in college.
Sometimes there are some things you can do for friends, but there are things you can't do because your morals have to stay firm.
I am dreaming or is it an illusion reality keeps giving me. Regardless I am unable to move in this cataclysm of fate. Loneliness is what I feel and loneliness is what I am, or at least I think I am.
“Wake up smooth skin!!"
A fumble, a tumble, and I really feel a rumble as I ache from my back to my legs. I open my eyes to see that I am on the floor of my college dorm room. Through the balls of paper on the floor and the hint of musk was to remind me that I was on the very dirty floor my roommate didn't clean last night. Almost girly I had to jump up and dust off my shoulders and pajama pants from every spec that landed on it. God was it challenging to live like this, not saying I can't adapt but I can't help but think if my roommate gives any cause to clean up his room. With haste I run to the bathroom to wash my hands already knowing that they touched the foot. [Now your first thought is your thinking that I'm a germaphobe, but I can guarantee you that I am not. What touches that floor is something us humans don't want to think too much about it, well unless you're one of those weird types who like hair and dried up piss on the floor.] He is laughing his tail off thinking he just pulled off the greatest prank of all time, while I am in the bathroom cleaning myself off. Well what do you expect from your old childhood friends?
Yep this is my normal typical day with my dog roomate.