Leviathan
I woke up . I woke up and got dressed, dragged my tired body through the bathroom door and turned on the shower. I wearily poured myself a bowl of cereal and turned on the news. There was nothing new, the same despair among people, the same old reports of murder and kidnapping and crime went on like white noise in the background while i ate. The last thing I heard the reporter say before I switched off the T.V was Leviathan . I pushed my way through a sea of people, walking past the old antique shop with rusted and forgotten trinkets displayed in the window, past the tattoo parlour from which a slight whirring could be heard. I went into the Starbucks and stood in line, I heard the chirp of a phone, so I pulled out mine to check it, it didn't come from my phone. I looked around and saw people sitting on couches, standing in line, all with their head tucked into their laptops and phones. I heard the chirp again, but no one reacted. Maybe I was just imagining it. I ordered a Grande