84 Days of Succession
A struggle of 84 days

Just like any other day, I wake up, stroll into the kitchen, put the kettle on and set myself down on the toilet seat. After done with my business, I find myself in the lounge, sitting sideways on the sofa with a hot mug of tea in my hands. The lounge is barely furnished, just a sofa and a kitchen table placed adjacent to it. I light a cigarette and take a couple of sips and then a few drags. I'm good now, I'm awake. I look outside the window and find myself thinking of Jeffery. Jeffery is one of my flat mates. We are quiet close and have grown fond of each other during the past few years living together. We are never bored and have the most insane time when we are together, which sometimes leaves our third flat mate, Adam, feeling a little redundant, or at least that's what I think. Actually Adam is usually awfully busy doing God-know-what and he doesn't like the sort of games Jeffery and I play. The cigarette is finished but not my tea. I light another one. I always wake up before Jeffery. He must be still asleep in his room.
Last night was fun, but not worth it, I find myself saying this more and more frequently then I should these days. You see even though my love for Jeffery flows in my very veins, and I will always love him, but Jeffery is a complete ass and he doesn't know what he is doing with his life and he needs to go!
I better start studying before Jeffery wakes up, I say to myself.