You open your eyes. A faint trickle of green neon leaks through the cardboard covering the window. You reach your arm across the futon and switch off the cheap alarm clock.

Each night you feel more tired. The world gets weary, but you struggle on. Just go through the motions.

It's around 8pm. You are very hungry. You're finding it difficult maintaining control. You need to feed soon.

You should probably get out of bed. The night is young.

Get up

Lie in bed a little longer