“Get your fat tail out of bed already!”
The loud knocking and rude awakening had left Psikay in a rather mediocre mood. It was Sunday, there was no reason for him to be out of bed. He had no work today and the only thing that needed doing was an appointment to see a new apartment, because everyone in his current shared apartment had decided they were going to move. That wasn’t for another six hours though.
“It’s half eleven, get the fuck up!”
“I’m fucking awake!”
Psikay threw his legs out of bed and stared at the floor in front of him. He didn’t need to get up. He could have slept for a lot longer. But his room mates insisted he get out of bed. So that was what Psikay was doing. Getting tired of the floor, Psikay stared at the door instead, expecting someone to open it up or knock on it again. When that knock never came, Psikay decided to actually get up out of bed. While he could have tried to go back to sleep, he’d just be interrupted every few minutes until he was actually up.
Throwing on a poncho and some slipper socks to keep himself warm, Psikay left the bedroom and headed into the main living area. Immediately, the other occupant, a slightly younger and far, far more attractive vok called Esel, was sitting at his desk, happily watching videos.
“Oh you’re actually up. Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, I guess…” Psikay lied. He’d slept awfully, a night filled with tattered dreams and nightmares that had only really gone away after his initial alarm went off. “You alright?”
“I’m great. Just watching some wrestling. Happy to go out later?”
“At six?”
“No. Two-ish. Pop by and see the guys for a bit then go and see the apartment.”
“Oh. Alright.”
No one had told Psikay about the change of plans. Made him regret not getting up later. Then again, no one told him about anything. Always the last to know about anything. Literally twenty four hours prior, Psikay had suddenly found out that him and his group of friends were going to be playing board games all evening. And now he was being informed of another change of plans.
With a sigh, Psikay headed into the kitchen to make himself something to eat. Esel had already made himself some food and had left the crisps and sauces on the table for Psikay.
“You alright in there?” Esel suddenly shouted from around the corner. “You seem glum.”
“I am glum…” Psikay muttered.
“Well, don’t be. We’ll have a nice time today.”
Psikay shook his head, sighing again. He was regretting not having gotten up earlier, because now he had less time to do the things he wanted to do. By the time he had managed to get himself out of bed, it was now too close to two.
By the time he had managed to make and eat lunch, it was now too late to do anything. He’d started doing some writing. He thought he’d had time but nope, the change in plans had ruined everything. Now he had to clean himself up, put on some actual clothes and get ready to go out. If only someone had told him that the plans had changed in advance.
Psikay sighed some more, thinking back to all the things that he’d been the last to know about. His sister moving out. His parents getting a divorce. His grandmother being ill. His parents both finding new partners. His friends moving on or moving away. Pretty much everything. Everything just happened and no one bothered to tell Psikay.
It was probably Psikay’s fault anyway. He didn’t ask enough questions or something. Never tried to stand up for himself or ask why things had changed. His lack of agency, his lack of good looks, his lack of motivation. Pretty much all of Psikay’s issues were his fault. It was getting pretty tiring, which was why Psikay always spent longer and longer in bed. At least, when he was unconscious, nothing was real and he could always just wake up and go back to sleep again.
“Come on, we need to head off now!” Esel smiled, having been ready to go for ages.
“Yeah, sure…” Psikay grunted, packing his things away. “Let me just finish what I’m doing.”
“Alright, but be quick!” Esel disappeared back around the corner.
Psikay stared at what he had been doing. He’d been writing. Meaningless writing that only made sense to him, not anyone else. No one else cared.
With one final sigh, Psikay saved what he was doing and picked himself up. He’d have to finish his personal things later.