The Last Train East

==Chapter 1: Waking Up Early is Always a Chore==
7:00 AM, April 15th.
"For chrissakes..."
*Bump*
"Ah god, not agai-"
*Bump*
"I'm such an idiot!" I yelled extremely loud, which itself was kinda pointless since there was nobody there.
"Because you're single again..." A voice uttered in my head, reminding me of my relationship status once again. Not that I had been lamenting my terrible relationship pattern all these years.
Crap. I thought. I had banged my head extremely hard against the top bunk and now it was starting to give my a headache, great way to start the day.
"And you did it twice." I ignored the voice this time, even though I knew it was right. It had been 8 months already since my last roommate had left my (not at all) great apartment, and yet I hadn't removed the bunk bed, out of pure nostalgia for the damn thing, it had been my first own bed ever and I was attached to it now, probably die of malnutrition while on top of it. 
"You should've thought about that when you bought it 9 years ago."
Yeah like I can afford a fancy bed, this one's fine, if it ain't broke, don't fix-
"You could resell it and get a normal bed, yet you still have the pretty thing."
He was right. Or she. The voice in my head had always sounded like a pretty feminine man or a masculine woman. It probably didn't have a gender, not that it was more of the voice of reason in my head, but still, I liked to imagine it as an androgynous person, who you couldn't tell was male or female. I wonder if it was handso-
Wait, what did I had to do again?
Right.
Waking up early for the damn train. However, I didn't understand how could it be called a train anymore, it hovered, didn't even have railways anymor-
Focus.
If I didn't catch the train this time, I would be late to work again. Not that I minded not going to work but hey, how was I supposed to get food and vices then?
Though I didn't eat that much anyway. Probably the only gift God had given me, I was skinny as a tube and my arms were noodles, didn't mind it myself, however, women, as the judgemental bitches they were mostly, would always comment on how unhealthily thin I was, or how could I go a whole day with just one meal eaten.
"Are you ever getting of the bed or...?"
I'll give you that.