The light was seeping through the window, birds were chirping.
I could still smell the rain from last night through the open window.
The rest of the world slowly strew awake.
I could hear people in the background.
My muscles are sore, blood on my face.
I can feel the carpet under me, softly caressing my skin.
Beerbotels lay across the floor, a few cigarettes here and there.
The TV was still playing his favorite show.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
It was just another Monday morning, or so I thought.
