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screaming awakes me. 

my head, a welcomed part of the linoleum pillow reserved from the previous evenings choices, is rapidly downloading its surroundings. amidst the mental chaos, the simple thought of moving has violently flashed like a strobe light through my mind a few thousand times in the mere minutes that i have been conscious. but, i have yet to comprehend this task that now appears much more difficult than just opening my eyes. 

the morning sun seems to have no sympathy, nor does the wild sounds of the refrigerator mechanisms that have unknowingly acted as my alarm clock today. outside, the recycling truck devours a full load of bottles into its resonating metallic belly.

it is then that i realize the screaming kettle is fueled by the 80 proof cerebral capillaries orchestrating my mental violence.

forgiveness, at this very moment, seems as daunting a task as simply moving.  

—from Working Title, by michael warnecke