Outer Space

He lies in bed semi awake.
astronaut. (off):
Monday. Monday is my day off. Perhaps I should be using this time on a positive manner. Go to the beach, see a museum, enjoy life, do some writing, look for another job - God, I hate my job.
(a busboy serves water very slowly in a tall glass) Somedays I wake up and it's so hard to get out of bed. And I hardly had any sleep last night too. That little display on my stereo would lit the whole room in green. I'm so tired. So hungry. I guess I'll have to get out of bed afterall - there's no food in these apartment. (We hear the little music of the ice-cream truck driving by). If Mr. Softe's drive by one more time I'll shoot myself in the head. What am I saying? I could never do such a thing. I don't even have a gun. I have to get up before I go insane. (checks he's phone). Shit. It's already noon.