[ WP ] A story from the perspective of someone not in their right mind

It was 8:52 and a half when i touched the first of the 13 lampposts on my way to work. Averaging at a pace of 4 mph i would hit the next one in roughly 33 seconds. my 72nd day at work and i was already 13 minutes behind schedule, due to the nincompoop who broke the water pipe last night. I told myself i should n't anger Steven, but he decided to stay up, so he had to pay the price. He skips beside me, his face a metamorphosis of contorting emotion, happy, sad, bemused, ecstatic as he tries and finds ways to change my rhythm. An untied lace there, unkempt hair here, a pencil a centimeter farther to the left. 
 
 I keep the thought fresh in my mind as i descend the 24 steps down onto main street, sliding my hand across the cold wrought iron of lamppost # 2. Tomorrow was payday and my next doctors appointment, and i needed to leave work 3 minutes early to be able to go to the cash point and catch the bus to the doctor's in time. Steven jabbers on about how i should complain there were n't exactly 50 pills in the last patch, and how i ran out early, but he is just trying to tease me. 1 more day of living with that inane half-wit and he disappears for at least another month. Another month without that psychopath driving my every thought and idea, creating issues and morphing everyday life into a painful strenuous process. 
 
 I caressed the third lamppost, 13 seconds behind schedule.
