I can't remember ever having a pet. In fact, I have proof that I've never had one. Nonetheless, there he lies. Sleeping so sound, showing no signs of movement. I wait for him to erupt.
He would have to, why else would he be there? The actions of my life foretold this, so why shouldn't it be today?
Even with this knowledge, I watch him restlessly. I watch him watch me, without even watching me.
Almost like clockwork he jumps at me as I enter my busiest moment. I struggle against him, resisting with my best methods, but still he attacks relentlessly.
My arms fall limp and I succumb without even saying a word. After all, what's the use? It's only Monday.