Misplaced Conceit

I sat up, jerking my head around. It was morning, that was for sure. The sun's rays were shining down on my face through the window, another boring day. At least I could look forward to one thing, talking to my friends. It seemed that as of late, that was all that really had kept me going. I had nothing else to live for. I stood up and let out a deep sigh.

"Another average morning." I said. In my mind, I knew that the lack of witty commentary on the situation is why I would make a very poor action hero. Sometimes I wish I had more interesting things to say.

I stepped out of the house and onto the side walk, I carefully and tactfully avoided the snow and ice. Now that my head was cleared up and I was no longer hypnopompic, I could actually think clearly. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

As if out of spite, the universe intended to prove me wrong. My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket. The person who I would least want to talk to out of anybody was waiting on the other side, my brother. I felt a duty to answer anyway, however, family sticking together and such, I guess. I still wasn't happy about having to hear his voice, though. I pressed answer and put the phone to my ear, I figured I might as well get it over with.

"Hello, what do you want?" I asked, with an iritated tone of voice.

"I was wondering if I could borrow some mone-" was all he could say before I answered.

"How about my foot up your ass instead? No." I said, hanging up. I'm not going to lie, I felt satisfied. I had been treating most people like that lately, however. It didn't bother me too much, anyway. They deserved it, truly.

Satisfied with my work, I walked over to the mailbox and opened it, pulling out my mail. Just junk mail, of course. Of course no wanted to talk to me. Why would they, after all? I slammed the mail box shut and walked angrily back into the house. Rage had set in almost unexpectedly, I wasn't sure if the rage was directed at something external or myself. It didn't matter, anyway.

I hastily went back into my room, and considered what I should do next. Quickly, the decision came to me.

I walked over to my computer chair and pulled it out from under the desk, sitting down. I looked over to my laptop and grabbed it, turning it on. The familar boot screen was a sight to behold, as it's light shining onto my face had fully awakened me. Now I didn't feel like some kind of vampire, at least. I browsed the internet for a bit, as I generally tended to spend my days doing as of late.

I decided to check my E-mail, as it is definitely not something I have really done in quite a while, mostly because the only messages I tend to get are spam. However, I was hopeful that maybe I would have gotten at least ONE message from somebody who isn't trying to sell viagra by sending E-mails in broken English. Opening it up, I looked to check through my messages. As expected, most of it was spam or notifications from forums I frequented.

"What's this?" I said outloud. A particular E-mail had caught my attention. Perhaps because it was relevant to one of my interests, ponies. However, I didn't recognize the E-mail address. Shrugging, I clicked the E-mail and opened it. From the gist of the message, I could assume that the sender was very sociopathic, almost to an extent that the message felt creepy and emotionally distant.

It mentioned something to the extent of the sender having the ability to transport people to other dimensions, I knew better though, because the only dimension that has an E-mail has ever transported me to is Pornhub. I scoffed at the message. What did concern me, however, is how much the sender seemed to know about me, right down to the conversation with my brother I had just minutes before reading this. I was worried that I was facing a stalker or something, so I was reasonably worried.

The last line of the message in particular had caught my attention, "You will stay imprisoned until you can learn to appreciate what you have."

I was confused by this, I don't think the person who wrote this was law enforcement so I don't believe he could arrest me. I was unsure of his meaning when he said imprisoned.

I was about to type a reply, when there was a bright flash, and everything went dark.