Dawn came, but Luke didn’t stir. Morning light wasn’t something that he saw very often. 22 years old, unemployed and living with his parents, Luke hadn’t got up before 10am since the end of his compulsory education.
It was 11.21am when he finally chose to reel himself out of bed. Luke had the flaccid swagger of a caveman as he made his way to the kitchen to find something to eat. The house was empty so he knew he’d probably have to fend for himself - unless of course it was one of those rare occasions when his mother would make something for him to eat before she headed off to work.
This didn’t surprise Luke. She only did that for him when he was either going for a job interview or heading over to ‘JobCentrePlus’ to see if there were any vacant occupations that he could apply for, and today he was doing neither.
His hands rummaged through the cupboards until they stumbled upon a box of strawberry Pop Tarts. He took two packets and headed over to the sofa to watch some television. Luke didn’t bother heating them; he liked them warm.
Luke would watch cartoons for 2 hours everyday. This was a ritual that he seldom violated. Being a Wednesday, he had the mild pleasure of watching Wacky Racers, Top Cat, and an hour’s worth of Scooby Doo.
2’o clock rolled around and Luke logged online to spend some time fumbling around on facebook. Today he had 2 comments on his wall and 1 comment on a picture of last Saturday’s shenanigans.
Jake Watson: LAST SATERDAY WOZ MAD LUKESTER!! YOU ON 4 IT AGEN MATE!?
Claire Simona: Hey babe, hows you? Its been agesssss xox
Sonia Blates: Omigosh, I look sooo bad here!
After 3 hours of surfing the net Luke heard his mother enter the house. She heaved a couple of rain soaked Tesco bags in through the door and called up to her son to give her a hand. Luke exhaled noisily, his limbs felt wilted from having been seated for so long without drinking or eating anything all day, aside from strawberry Pop Tarts. He feebly got up off his chair and made his way downstairs to aid his soggy mother with bringing in the weekly shopping.
Their dialogue was methodical. She inquired about his day and Luke would shrug and say it was all right. Then she asked if he’d heard back from any of the jobs that he’d applied for (or what she believed he’d applied for) and he would simply say that he hadn’t got a response yet. Then an eerie silence would follow.
After helping with the shopping, Luke clambered back to his bedroom and re-logged onto his computer whilst his mother prepared dinner for him. He typed in www.youtube.com and searched around for something to occupy his mind. He stumbled upon a spoof show about a guy with an unusual habit of punching people in the face and settled into his chair.
Later in the evening, Luke joined his mother in the living room for dinner. Not for companionship, they simply both just happened to enjoy soap operas. Eastenders was on first, followed by Coronation Street. Then they would kill time flicking around different channels until 9.00pm when Big Brother would start.
By 10.01pm Luke headed upstairs again for one last browse on facebook. He had a new comment on his wall. It was from a happy-clappy Christian guy he’d met at a church that his mother once towed him to.
Philip Stone: Hey there Luke, how ya doing? If you’re free tomorrow I’d love to catch up with you for a chat. Your Mum tells me you’re still on the hunt for a job and so I thought maybe I could lend you a hand in that department. What do ya say? - Phil
Luke dwelled on this opportunity for a moment. The thought of generating a bit of money for himself was definitely appealing. But he knew himself. He’d tried to hold down a job before and he simply didn’t have the patience for it. Besides he liked the easy-going lifestyle that he was living. No challenges, no pressure, no problems. Why trade that in for something that was only going to cause aggro. He sheepishly responded:
Sorry mate, busy tomorrow
And went to bed.
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