Time For Teletubbies: A Lovecraftian Horror

Chapter I

Jacob felt the world whirling around him. He gasped for breath and shot out of bed. It was still pitch-black outside. That was alright. He wasn’t going to let himself be sucked back into the pit of sleep. It was a new day, and he was going to welcome it while it lasted. Thus, as blackness still enveloped his bedroom, he walked over toward where he assumed his light switch to be. A coat hanger met him instead.

He could not help but be entangled in the web of coats and hoodies. If he had been able to see anything at all, he surely would’ve seen himself in the sorriest of messes. Still, his mission stayed the same. And, as he struggled to get up, his frightfulness steadily grew. The idol of the light was the only thing his mind could focus on. He kicked and flung all the scattered clothing he had to out of the way. Finally, he flicked the switch. Warm light washed over him. He let out a sigh of relief.

First, he cursed his coat hanger. Then, he picked it back up and began his day. The sun rose, the hours passed, the work kept coming, and the boredom kept creeping. He did barely anything but clean up his messied apartment and send overdue payments to a myriad of places, and still, it took up the entirety of the day. What a wonderful thing it was to spend a day off cleaning and paying bills. What an enthralling life he led.

Despite the meaninglessness of it all, however, he didn’t mind it that much. In a way, really, it was cathartic. Especially…