First ever short story - feedback please

[mary]

It had been another grueling day in the office. As he walked into his small one bedroom apartment, he wondered how he ended up like this. Looking around his surroundings, he saw a flickering light bulb up above and a small table which would be covered with his evenings work in any moment. Barely able to survive financially, he used a worn out cot as a bed.

The only form of life that showed any promise, was a hamster spinning his days away on a hamster wheel. The man sighed, and placed his briefcase on the barely sturdy table. In his coat pocket was a bottle of scotch, which he had stolen just to feel alive even momentarily. He poured himself some and was lost in the work for the evening.

He looked up from the paperwork many hours later. How many? Well that he didn't know. If his bloodshot eyes and empty scotch bottle were any indication; chances are, it had been another all-nighter.

He yawned, and fondly looked over at the hamster. Wondering what it would be like to be free. Not having to answer to anyone, having someone to feed you, and get to lie around all day. Instead, he had to wake up from his stupor and go to work.

As he got home that night from a double shift. He couldn't help but wonder if humans had it all wrong. Wondering, what purpose is it just to work in hopes of getting by. Pets never having to work much beyond pleasing their master.

Walking inside, he repeated the same pattern he had so many times before. This time however, something was different. As he looked over to the hamster cage, the only thing he could see was a corpse laying eerily still.

If what had happened registered, it wasn't showing on his face. Instead, he just simply sighed. Throwing the glass overhead, opting instead to drink straight from the bottle. He gulped away, and sat there hoping this bottle would be the end of his pain.

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