[ WP ] In a world where you gain the power of the object you were previously killed with . You were killed by a falling coconut

Bzzzzzzzzt 
 
 Fucking alarm. I stretch my long arms outwards, causing the bottles on the nightstand to tumble like dominos. Some primordial instinct kicks my arm in the direction of one with the cap still attached, and suddenly I'm back at at it. 
 After a few swigs I sit up. I should clean? Navigating through the maze of empty glasses and takeout containers will be much more problematic in a few hours. `` Not yet, you have a while,'' I mutter to no one. 
 Brush my teeth? Fuck it. Any germ that can survive in my mouth deserves a fighting chance. 
 Wheres my phone? Who's calling me anyway, I'll leave it for now. 
 I open netflix and nurse my bottle again. 
 People say drinking is bad for you, but I do n't think it applies to me. I rehydrate well. 
 
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