Steve rolled over, dizzy. He yanked the greasy needle out of his arm. Why did the serum do this to him? It wasn’t really drugs after all. Still, it always made the headaches go away.

He stood up, still a bit uncomfortable, and walked to the stairs. A massive yawn rolled out of his mouth. “Aaaaww, screw the showing of the of the Terminator 5 tonight.” he said to himself.

Steve walked to his bed. Half a spring mattress and a cockroach-eaten pillow. He lazily threw himself down, still wearing his day clothes. Another immense yawn mad his face scrunch up.

“Good night, world. No matter how bad you get,” he whispered to all who could hear. A few seconds later, he was fast asleep… *