is it weird I wrote this while listening to a metal cover of world revolving?
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//Your POV//

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Ugghhh..." I grumbled.

My alarm clock sang it's annoyingly chime until I slammed my hand onto the button to shut it off.

"Time for fucking work..great."

My head pounded, the room spinning.

My stomach growled, hungry, but in pain from all the alcohol I had ingested the night before.

My brain begged me to stay in one place, but my will to work and get paid forced me up.

It was 5AM, the time I set for my weekend hours, 6 in the morning till 4 in the afternoon.

Weekdays are usually 1PM to around 1 or  2 in the morning.

I trudged downstairs to the kitchen to see nobody there, so I took out a bowl and some kind of cereal (I just grabbed some random box since I really didn't care).

I poured milk lazily into the bowl, then ate, my stomach protesting.

Somebody walked down the stairs.

It was Allison.

"Morning Alli," I Said while chewing.

"Good morning. You feeling okay?"

"I feel like I just woke up from death."

"You must have one hell of a hangover," She nodded, "Coffee?"

"Yes. Please."

And she made it.

Soon after I ate breakfast, I took a shower, got into uniform and left the house for the station.

Today was gonna be misery, I just knew it.

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oof I'm too lazy to make this part good so the next one will be heckin long I promise