Limitless
I look at the clock beside my bed. Nearly noon, again. It's Saturday, but that doesn't mean anything. I stretch as I slide out from underneath my comforter, stumbling across the room and into my closet. Mom is going to be pissed, again, I know. Nothing to do about it at this point, though. I toss my sleep shorts into the hamper, knowing Mom will wash them later, and pull on some boxers, a pair of comfortable sweatpants, and an old Marvel T-shirt. As I go to head downstairs, I stop and look at...