The Summit
Another day in my tomb. The dark corner of this musty cave shielding me from the outside world. I spend my days surrounded by trash and stale food, basking in the constant stream of nothingness emanating from the television, dying one day at a time.
I hate my life.
A loud knock echoed through the muffled quiet, jolting me off the couch.
The harsh rap came again, and I weaved through the piles of dirty laundry, reached the door, and turned the knob. My face wrinkled as sunlight poured through the crack and a familiar silhouette greeted me.
