My eyes were sticky, my face grimy and my body was enamoured in saliva and sweat. My hair was a mesh, a tangle of yarn, a fibrous mess unlike a coconut's husk or a bird's nest. It was more to the latter as it was made from spit, just like the rest of me coated by the embryionic paste.I awoke and I was aware that I was awake and wasnt dreaming as I soon wish I wasn't awoken to the day. My eyes were stung, my lips were cracked, my hands numb. I knew I wasnt within a dream for I yearned for the crickets' quarrels, the pale gleam of the squinting moon, the ghostly caress of a night's breeze and even a lonesome howl as it spreads across the empty silent streets. I wanted the flattened hymns of twigs rustling,of the soft wind hushing and the lonesome growl of a vehicle to sing me back to sleep as I pressed myself against the soft fluffy pillows. I pressed myself against the swelling tide of day, against the needles of the clock that showed it was time, time to get up and get going. And I heard myself whispering "Whyyy?" to it, the clock,why should I act against the swing of its arms,why should I give the receding seconds a twist of my arms and arise, and it soon replied "you need a life" and,as soon as that was uttered I stuttered back "bbut, ssttudying isnt a life" and it,with an evaporating sigh, spoke back "studying IS your life" and after I heard such I protested and its limbs just went on ticking,telling me to forget getting up and get going.I pushed myself up, my arms were slinged by the telling of the time,which told me now to forget about get going and get running.I sat in bed for a moment. My head was still heavy, my lungs heaved in several breaths. I bent my back, my chest slammed into my tummy's flesh. Slowly my hips were eclipsed by my stomach's dawning crescent, just as the waking sun might against the deep black morning sky.I looked directly at it,that waking sun that was my gut, and unlike a morning's gleam it didnt sting and so I continued gazing with full intensity at that slab of flab. It ate up my vision and I wondered incessantly, deeply why was it there, that frontal hump that was going to be there and no where else as I stood in campus, in the classroom, in the library in the labs in the lens of their eyes in the smirk of their lips at the end of their jabs and at the start of their stares. Everywhere that mary went mary's liltle lamb was sure to follow, and every single day it did exactly that with her to school and made the children laugh as they mocked her and yelled she was made of pork and bacon and fat and blubber and 80 kilogrammes worth of slights and sniggers. I shrugged myself off my glances and off the liltle children's glares and, with a curved spine along with a curving gut, I lept out of bed.I was up and running and I soon was falling as I tripped and I quickly found myself slamming into the tiled floor. My skull cracked, my crown broken. I promptly felt pain, the pain of crackled bone piercing into meat the pain at the end of a fork the pain at the end of a blade. I knew I was awake and I was aware that I was awake and wasnt dreaming a nightmare of me being humpthy dumpy falling off the wall or jack rolling down the hill as I wish I wasn't awoken to the chill of a stab to my face.I squirmed, I shrieked a deafening bark. I was angry, flustered with rage for being that stupid, for falling for a banana skin trick, for breaking my skin and then some more in the fall, for being the idiot that I was and for being nothing more.For being nothing more than a clown mimed in his mind as I stared blankly at questions and at solutions within lectures, within tests and within the choices I made or was going to make for my life that, once done, was made for life.For being nothing more than what I was as I stumbled upon peel after peel wile I slipped out of wat I could be of wat I could ave been of wat i could ave done if I took mind of tings more and not took m mind off tings. I was anrgy, flustered with rage against the chances missed and churned into not oppurtunities but 'accidents'.I was angry, flustered with rage for being nothing more than a boob, for having nothing more than that belly of pork and mary's liltle mutton stew to show for myself which made all the children laugh.I was angry,flustered with rage for having nothing more than that bloated center to show, which made a good crack for their rising cheeks and a great body of amusement,unlike the circus, for their chuckle to seize. I was angry, flustered with rage for being nothing more than a walking stomach and a man who trips upon peel after peel, till one day he would smash his head upon the tiled surface and be angered, flustered with rage, of it.I was maddened of myself, I was angry,flustered with rage and my blood was literally gushing out reddening my cheeks, my jowls, my ears, my eyes. I breathed an air of intelligence as I calmed down. I reached for the sink and I washed off the stains. I made rich ruby coloured wine with the tap water running. I took a piece of cloth and squeezed it upon the gashing wound. After a few presses I saw I made strawberry jam. I realised that I had prepared breakfast for I had produced wine and jam. And the bread and butter was on the table ready for a meal of a buttered jam sandwich and a glass of wine for my bloodied hands to handle and my bloodied gums and teeth to chew and my bloodied liltle lamb to grow and grow before it pursued her to school that day.Studying is my life, and it was passing grades and passing days.It was assignments, assessments and the marks that went into them which were nothing much. Studying is my life and so I made slacking a life,and so I tripped and tripped, and I protested,revolted against the way things are as the passing days led to nothing more than passing grades.And before I could take in a bite I was joulted by a sharp ring. I jerked up, confused. I looked around and I saw my bed and the snaking lines on it that I made during the night. My eyes were sticky, my face grimy and my body was enamoured in saliva and sweat. I awoke and I was aware I was awake and I wasnt dreaming as I was awoken to the continuous jingle of the alarm clock, its needles were showing it was time to get up and going.