text: Once I wake up I take a look at my phone, it’s February 12, 2019 and the time is 6:58AM. On this day, I call my work and tell them I’m too sick to come in. Now that I have that out of the way, I begin my day like any other. First, I make my bed, and as I do so I spend a little extra time making sure the covers and sheets are at an even length on both sides of the bed. Next, I enter my bathroom and proceed to brush my teeth; I make sure each row receives an equal amount of brush strokes. After that I wash my face with a soothing facial cleanser and once I’m dried off I add a very effective moisturizer. I then head into the kitchen and get out two non-stick pans, in one I add two strips of bacon and in the other I add one egg which I plan on making over hard. Once I am finished with breakfast I change into a white dress shirt, which I wear with the top button undone, and a pair of slim dress pants, both ironed the night before. Just as I get ready to head out the door I put on a brand new pair of loafers and an old, but still nice, slim fit car coat, since it’s a bit chilly this time of year. I head over to a nearby public trail and proceed down the path. As I go down the path I keep my head down and watch for cracks in the sidewalk, being sure to avoid them. Eventually, however, I look up towards the sound of footsteps and notice a young, beautiful woman with sandy-blonde hair and dark green eyes wearing a pair of sneakers, jeans, and a bright windbreaker. I send her a kind smile and she does the same, it seems genuine. Once I pass her I stop and spin around on my heels. &#x200B; I pull a handkerchief out of my coat pocket and use it to clean the blood off of my knife. The knife I carry has a small, thin, fixed blade with a neat set of serrations; I’m always sure to keep the blade sharp, it has helped me for years. I look down at the fear-filled, glazed over eyes before me, those beautiful, beautiful eyes. The bright coat, now dark, blends in with the dirt in the ditch and as I notice this detail I begin to think about how this corpse was once a living, breathing organism that moved around this world, it had friends and family, a history, and now I have reduced it to nothing more than a headline to be strung across the six o’clock news. I take a step back in order to avoid the blood enclosing upon my feet. As I look back at the body I notice its new orifices, from which the blood is leaking, much slower now, are beginning to release more than just blood. I turn around and head home. &#x200B; Now at home, I place a frozen meal, pasta, in the microwave for dinner. Once I am finished with dinner, I head out to the balcony and proceed to smoke a JM’s Dominican Toro Cigar from the pack my brother gifted me for my birthday; I don’t care for the man, but he has good taste. After I finish I head to the bathroom and once again brush my teeth and wash my face. Finally, I climb into bed, but not before changing into an old pair of athletic shorts and nothing else. As I stare up at the dark ceiling I think about when the body will be found and if the amount of stab wounds released will be accurate, they weren’t last time, not at first. I can’t wait for next year. &#x200B; **Note from the author: Hi everyone! This is my first post on this subreddit and I hope just one of many more to come! Please tell me what you liked and/or disliked about it, I welcome all constructive criticism. Thanks for reading!** &#x200B; **Edit: Fixed spelling error and added paragraphs.