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 ravenously hungry. You can't believe you let yourself get this bad. You need to feed, but should be careful. You have very little control over your actions.

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

Get up

Lie in bed a little longer