My Big Fat Lip

My Creative Writing workshop required a one page story. And this, this is that story. Based on a real event.

My Big Fat Lip

This is a story as pathetic as the title implies, begun on a morning after a night as usual as the last, where sleep is evasive three hours past the time that the covers fall over my lap, and dreams are corrupted by nightmares, feasting off those wretched memories of the past of which are impossible to escape.

It’s ten minutes past the hour. As I go to stand from my bed, my legs are ensnared by the covers. The weight of my body drags me toward the edge; gravity has since gained all control, and I slide! and go down, down, down, tumbling through the air as I try to shift my body within three feet of clearance. But my reflexes are too slow, still awakening from six hours of slumber. My shoulder hits first, then hip, and next thing I know my face plants into the ground, tooth imprinting deeply into my lip. Numbness radiates my gums, and the taste of warm iron fills my mouth. First thought to enter my mind is the fear that my tooth had broken. But instead of getting up to face the fear, I instead choose to remain stationary, drowning helplessly in the rising agony of a badly started day. The sun cuts through the blinds, and I curse it, for it had brought the morning, and the morning had brought me this: a bruised thigh, bruised arm, and a fat monstrosity of an upper lip. My tooth wasn’t broken, but the hope for a good day had most certainly been shattered.

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[Nila M.]

"dreams are corrupted by nightmares, feasting off those wretched memories of the past of which are impossible to escape".
I related to this and really appreciated the way it was written. I am sorry though that this a true story. I fear and curse the sunrise sometimes also, although for different reasons. Thanks for sharing this write!