Morning Would...

[Areninekay]

I often wonder if people see me the same way I see myself. I open my eyes. Morning, almost. I close my eyes. The sun always rises first in Booty Bay. I try to roll over onto my stomach, but my morning wood inhibits me. I can't get comfortable any more. I open my eyes again. My hair is in my eyes.

I get off of my bed, and stagger about the room, yawning. I pull open a drawer of my underwear, and pull them up, my morning wood still present and accounted for. I sit at the edge of my bed. I close my eyes. My morning wood goes away. I don't think people see me the same way I see myself. I open my eyes.

I get off of my bed, and stagger into the hallway, bumping into a dwarf. The dwarf bumps me back, so I trip him and he hits the wooden wall. He lays against the wall. I walk down the stairs. I don't think he saw me.

I go outside of the inn, and jump into the water. The water is cold. If I had any morning wood at that time, I would have lost it. I forgot to tie my hair back. My hair is in my eyes. I close my eyes, and float on my back. I open my eyes. The sun isn't out yet. I don't think anyone sees me.

I swim around until I get to a ramp, and climb out of the water. I am greeted by a woman yelling at me for being in my underwear in public as she opens the windows to her shop. I pretend I don't see her.

I walk back to the inn, and give my limbs a shake. I walk into the inn, and go back to my room. The dwarf is still laying on the wall. He isn't snoring. He might be dead. Then again, he might not. I brush the hair out of my eyes. I walk into my room, and put my hair into a ponytail. If anyone asks about the dwarf, I will pretend I didn't see him.

I put on my shirt. I put on the pirate attire I made. I want to be a pirate. I have an eye-patch like pirates have. I have both my eyes. My hair gets into them, sometimes. I want to be a pirate. I walk down the stairs, pretending I don't see the dwarf that is laying against the wall and not snoring.

I look at my reflection as I sit on the edge of the docks, looking into the water. My reflection sees me. I see my reflection. My reflection does not have hair in his eyes. I think my reflection looks good. My reflection agrees with me that he looks good, and tells me I need some work. I tell him we look the same. He tells me otherwise. I throw a rock at him. I cannot see my reflection any more. He tells me he can't see me. I close my eyes.

I want to be a pirate. I want to have fun. I want to travel. I want to be famous. I want people to see me. People look at me. They laugh at me. I smile back. I want them to be happy. But I am not happy. They laugh at me. I smile back. I cry on the inside.

They laugh at me, and call me an idiot, and a fool, and an idiot. My adopted father punches me in the face. They laugh at me, mock me, tease me, harass me. The Defias cuts my body with knives for shits and giggles. They laugh at me, thinking I am mentally handicapped, that I have done no good, that I am worthless. Everyone punches me in the testicles. I lose my morning wood. They laugh at me.

I open my eyes. I look back at the water. The sun is behind me. I cannot see my reflection. My reflection says he cannot see me. I look around. There is no one to see me. I close my eyes.

I kill enemies of the Steamwheedle Cartel. The goblins praise me. Fellow members salute me. The women in the Cartel kiss me. They like me. They see me. The women in the Cartel give me morning wood. The people around me like me. A goblin comes up to me and says, "Well, if it isn't the Fox! Care to help us again? We need a man of your skill." The goblin doesn't look at me. The goblin sees me. I open my eyes to see him. I say yes.

The dwarf from the hallway tackles me into the water. He has morning wood. He loses it in the water. His hair gets into my eyes. I close my eyes.

I don't think he saw me.