Hi.

My name is Ennis.

Full name: Larz P. Ennis.

Yes.

Yes, you can laugh.

No, I did not choose this life. This life spawned me.

You see, when your name sounds like a rejected adult website domain, you develop discipline. You develop structure

You develop a routine so strict that even time itself files a complaint.

THE ROUTINE (DO NOT TOUCH)

Monday

6:40 AM.

Alarm rings.

I stop the alarm before it finishes breathing.

Wake up.

Jog.

Bathroom business (classified information).

Coffee on the bus stand like a NPC waiting for dialogue options.

Scan bus card.

Office.

Work (I press buttons. The buttons feel nothing).

Supermarket.

Bento.

Home.

Dinner.

Bathroom business again (don’t ask questions you’re not ready for).

Sleep. No clothes. No shame.

Life is balanced.

Tuesday

Miss the garbage truck.

Say: “Fuck.”

Cook dinner while calculating how many Tuesdays I’ve missed the garbage.

Answer: All of them. Every Tuesday. Since birth.

Scan bus card.

Office.

Work.

Existential disappointment.

Wednesday

Pull-ups in the park while staring at a Benz I will never own.

The car doesn’t look back.

Scan bus card.

Office.

Coffee.

Home.

Thursday

Running.

Scan bus card.

Office.

Data entry.

Walk home like a man reflecting on nothing.

Friday

Scan bus card.

Office.

Data.

Coffee.

Sleep nude again because Friday earned it.

This repeats.

Again.

Again.

Again.

So precisely that if I don’t scan my bus card, the bus driver looks at me like I violated the Geneva Convention.

THEN MONDAY HAPPENED

A sound.

Wrong sound.

Illegal sound.

I open my eyes.

8:00 AM.

Eight.

Zero.

Zero.

I have never slept this late.
Not even emotionally.

I step outside.

The sun is already up like:
“Bro where were you?”

Then—

Noise increases.

Screams.
Police sirens.
Fighter jets ripping the sky like a YouTube ad you can’t skip.
Explosions.
People running.

And then—

An alien spaceship.

Just… parked in the sky.
No warning.
No introduction.
No press conference.

Like it missed its exit and said:
“Yeah this random city looks fine.”

Everything is chaos.

The world is ending.

And the first words that come out of my mouth are:

“I didn’t scan my bus card.”

A building explodes.

Someone screams, “THEY’RE HERE!”

I check my watch.

8:03 AM.

I whisper:

“I’m already late.”