Tyler Patrick was a detective. He was also a millionare. The money paid for his mansion in the countryside, his iPhone, iPad, iPod, his 32" TV, his computer but nothing could pay for a friend, a girlfriend, a wife. The only time he would talk to people other than himself was through his job. He brushed through his short, chesnut hair with his fingers. His nails were short and grubby. "I'm alone." Tyler muttered.
Tyler stripped down to nothing and stepped into his pure, white shower. Thoughts filled his head. What if he wasn't rich? What if he lived in the city? What if he had some friends? What if he met a girl? What if he got married?
After getting out of the shower, Tyler pulled on his boxers and climbed into bed. He drifted off into a deep slumber and dreamed of the perfect life.
