My Daily Routine

Every day I have a routine. When I wake up, I get dressed in my suit and tie and have my daily cup of joe. I grab my briefcase, get into my car, and go to work. When I arrive, I clock in and walk to my office. On the way to my office, I say hi to my boss. I then enter my office, its plaster draped in gray wallpaper, a desk and computer looming in the middle of it. I sit down at my desk and start working. I’m an accountant; I check and analyze the business’s financial accounts. During lunch, I have my usual bologna sandwich and water. After lunch, I make financial reports on my co-workers for my boss. Around 7 P.M., I clock out and go home.
Every day I have a routine. When I wake up, I get dressed in my suit and tie and have my daily cup of Joe. I grab my briefcase, get into my car, and go to work. When I arrive, I clock in and walk to my office. On the way to my office, I say hi to my boss. I then enter my office, its plaster draped in gray wallpaper, a desk and computer looming in the middle of it. I’m an accountant; I check and analyze the business's financial accounts. During lunch, I have my usual bologna sandwich and water. After lunch, I make financial reports on my co-workers for my boss. Around 7 P.M., I clock out and go home.
Every day I have a routine. When I wake up, I get dressed in my suit and tie and have my daily cup of joe. I grab my body bag, get into my car, and go to work. When I arrive, I clock in and walk to my office. On the way to my office, I say hi to my boss. I then enter my office, its plaster draped in gray wallpaper, a desk and computer looming in the middle of it. I sit down at my desk and start working. I’m an accountant; I check and analyze the business's financial accounts. During lunch, I have my usual bologna sandwich and water. After lunch, I make financial reports on my co-workers for my boss. Around 7 P.M., I clock out and go home.
Every day I have a routine. When I wake up, I get dressed in my suit and tie and have my daily cup of joe. I grab my body bag, get into my car, and go to work. When I arrive, I clock in and walk to my office. On the way to my office, I say hi to my boss’s body. I then enter my office, its plaster draped in gray wallpaper, a desk and computer looming in the middle of it. I sit down at my desk and start working. I’m an accountant; I check and analyze the business’s financial accounts. During lunch, I have my usual bologna sandwich and water. After lunch, I make financial reports on my co-workers. Around 7 P.M., I clock out and go home.
Every day I have a routine. When I wake up, I get dressed in my suit and tie and have my daily cup of joe. I grab my body bag, get into my car, and go to work. When I arrive, I walk into the warehouse. On the way to my chamber, I say hi to the bodies of my victims that I have yet to consume and pull one of them off the meat hook that they hang on. I then enter my chamber. It's a big empty room, the cold concrete floor stained with the crimson blood of my victims. Two metal tables are the only objects present in the room, the first metal table containing the tools I use to measure and cut up the bodies. I put a body on the second table and start working. I’m a cannibal; I kill people so I can eat their bodies. I stand over the table measuring, cutting, and sorting the body with a twisted smile. During lunch, I spoil myself with the meat from the palms of my victims and drink their blood. After lunch, I cut up the body of my most recent victim and put them in my body bag. Around 3 A.M., I sneak out and go home. 
I woke up in the morning in a cold sweat. What a horrible dream! I think to myself as I look at my alarm clock. Oh shit! I'm going to be late for work! I think as I get up and stretch. You see, I have an everyday routine. When I wake up, I put on my suit and tie and have my daily cup of joe. 
Category:Dismemberment
Category:Mental Illness
Category:Dreams/Sleep
Category:Reality