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I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart a humming birds wings in my chest

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I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart a humming birds wings in my chest.

Blankly, I registered the alarm clock in my room ringing loud and sharp. The shrill noise making the warm autumn air vibrate. With numb tingly fingers I switched the machine off and dragged my limbs out of bed.

The duvet released me into the morning, the sun only having just risen. I stretched, cracking my spine and jostling my bones around. The morning was going to be so monotonous, so comforting.

Pulling out a shirt and tie, I stared at the blue colour of my collar before relinquishing the material. There was a small tear near the tip of the pointed collar that I would have to sort out. I couldn't be caught dead wearing ratty clothes.

Switching the blue button down for a white one, I grabbed my new shiny red tie and a pair of black slacks. Guess I would have to dress fancy today instead of tomorrow. Oh well, it was all the same to those slobs at the office.

I made my bed, and placed the articles of clothing down neatly, before running through my exercise regiment.

It was habit, you see, for me to exercise early in the morning, when my brain was still fresh and raw. Sixty push-up's, seventy sit-up's, a two minute plank, twenty-five minutes of sprinting, and finally two sets of ten one armed pull-up's.

It was perfect.

Then the twenty minute shower, washing off all the sweat that had built up. A face moisturizer rich in hydrochloric acid and a soft lavender body butter followed.

And after dressing in my desired outfit, I could finally gel my hair and leave my hellhole of an apartment.

It was a perfect routine. The perfect routine.

And I loathed every second.

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