this morning #809.

this morning, i awoke atop the covers sweaty, sun flooding in, dress shirt affixed to my back, testicles affixed to my leg, pants & tie tossed in a corner, face red as always. i looked down at my chest. "EDWARD" stared back at me from the previous day's still-affixed convention name tag. i tore it off & cautiously rose from the couch. sore body from head to toe. thoughts of returning to the office today made my mind just as sore. reporting my convention results would hurt even more. it was the end of the month. i’d missed my goals. i wished for something more than a microwave oatmeal breakfast. i wished for something more than oatmeal. i wished for something more.