Future Dream Part 1

1) Morning

  Darkness, stuffy air, a rotating fan spinning and the dog sleeping peacefully next to my body. I awoke suddenly like so many mornings, shocked out of bed, listening to a classic rock song on the radio.  Time for work again, I stumbled out of bed, clicking the dog's collar on him. I looked back at my wife sleeping quietly.
  In our living room, I turn on the lamp, it brought intense pain to my eyes. Why is it always like this? Will my efforts ever have a stopping point?  Working for a company where I don't clock in or out gets frustrating to say the least. I still go through the motions hoping to find another job.
  The dog runs back and forth from the living room to the porch door, waiting for me to take him out. I complied, taking him romping out into the jungle of our back yard. My thoughts again strayed to the night before. It was the same routine over and over again, never changing. The same arguement, the same food, the same boring night. Once again at the dog's urging, I brought him back inside. He waited patiently as I get him his food.  Ah, a shower, one of the things I look forward to in the morning.  I got out of my clothes, turned on the shower, letting the water run over me intensely.
  I have a lot on my mind this morning. I don't normally think so much on a Thursday. It's not like things change that much at work, the same schedule, the same people. Ugh, the rude production workers, pulling orders and yelling at me to fill them.  I finished my shower, allowing the water to stop from dripping off me.  Drying off, I looked into the mirror, staring at the man I am now. A few more grey hairs, a slightly larger gut, oh and more lines below my eyes.  Man when am I going to get more sleep.  I sighed, getting dressed into the scratchy, polyester uniform I wore everyday. I gathered up my dirty clothes and left the bathroom with only the thought of eating breakfast on my mind.
  Porridge again, this is the seventh time this week. I don't know still if I like it or hate it. It's all there is to eat though, so I pour the soaked oats into a pan, stirring breifly before adding more water. A few minutes later and I sat down to eat. As I'm eating I look over the emails in my phone for possible work offers...nothing. Just thinking about it brings back the memory of when finding work was easy. Yeah like that happens anymore.  Everything is difficult now.
  I finished getting ready, lunch ready, water, coat on, oh yeah, gotta put the dog in with Julie. I led Jake back down the hallway to the bedroom door and opened it just enough for him to get in.
  "I'll see you later honey," I call quietly.
  "Okay, have a good day." She muttered back.
  I feel like our marriage is in a rut right now. No fun, we don't go anywhere or do anything.  Maybe when I get home I can start to change all that.  I shut the door and get outside, putting my key to lock it.  My car, a little red voltzwagon beetle stares at me like a deer looking at headlights. It gets me to work and back, that's all that matters. I started up the motor, backing out of the driveway, I really don't want to go to work.
  Left, then straight two miles, right, left then right again, same routine. I just think about where I have to go as I start out from home.
  I came to the second stop light on my journey to work. What was I dreaming last night? What did it mean? I barely remember anything from it. The light changes green, I start out, then everything changes.