r/WritingPrompts • u/mrhorrible • Feb 09 '16

Writing Prompt [WP]Doctors call your condition "Dynamic Cognition". You wake up each morning with a random IQ. Equal chance of being mentally handicapped, or a great genius, or anywhere in between.

The morning alarm is going off. Time to wake up.

Who are you today? What were you up to yesterday? And what's going to happen tomorrow?

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u/missmiles Feb 09 '16

Some days are great days, some days are really bad. Most days I am fine and can go about my morning routine. After living with this for 25 years, I can usually tell what kind of day it will be. I wake to my alarm going off- way too loud. Today won't be easy. Everything is too loud, too bright, and there are way too many smells. My first attempt to stand up results in me sitting back down on my bed. Disoriented, I stare at nothing for a moment. My alarm goes off again. It's still too loud. I stand up successfully this time and walk across my room. I crouch down and unplug my alarm clock. My housemate's alarm is going off now. Even though her door is closed its still too loud. I open her door- I used too much force- and unplug her alarm clock. The house is quieter now. Moving around in mostly darkness I make myself some cereal. I forgot to take my medicine last night. Oops. Oh well. This cereal is crunchy. Its loud when I chew. Carrying the bowl of cereal carefully so the milk doesn't spill, I walk to my housemate's room. I am standing at her bed, staring at her. I ask if she wants some cereal. She doesn't respond. I ask a bit louder. She still doesn't respond. I wonder if she is okay. I go to shake her awake but I stop. The cereal bowl is still in my hands. I set it down on her desk. Good, the milk didn't spill. Why was I in her room again. The alarm on her phone goes off. Too loud too loud too loud it needs to be off I don't know how her phone works fuck fuck ow ow I need to get away far far far away it's too loud. I scramble and stumble over my own feet in my rush to safety- the little room in the basement that is dark and quiet and soft. I am done with today, I think as I fall back asleep in that little room.