The Story Enigma

Over Again (Only Part)

Author's Note: Again this is based on a song, this time the song had no signing only instruments which was pretty difficult however, I was able to find the pattern in the given song and realize I could make a story out of that. 

Time Forgets by: Yiruma

Over Again.

Day 1.

Lifting his arms one at a time, he makes a yawning noise as he sits up on his bed. The alarm blaring next to him. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he yawns again and slams the alarm off.

He gets dressed, putting every item of clothing on slowly. He carefully buttons up his dress shirt. With caution he slides the knot up in his tie, making it straight before running his hand down it. Smoothing out it's wrinkles and rough edges. Staring into the mirror in front of him, he sighs before lazily turning away and walking out the door.

"Just another day." He says as he fills his coffee.

Lifting his watch to his face, he removes the suit that covers it. 6:15am, March 3rd.

He leans against the counter and raises the cup to his lips. Slowly drinking the warm liquid. Another alarm goes off and he stands up straight. With a few steps he has made it out the door and down the hall of his apartment building. Saying "hi" to the passersby, he waves when they wave at him, never starting this friendly gesture.

After walking down the stairs, he takes a sip out of his coffee again before hoping into the car waiting patiently for him.

"Good morning, Sir." The chauffeur says, looking into the rear view. His old eyes, staring carefully at the man sitting in the back.

"And you as well." The man replies, taking another sip of his coffee.

The entire ride is spent with him staring gloomily out the window and the driver making small talk.

"How is the company?"

"Fine."

"I heard about the renovations, how is it all going?"

"Fine."

The driver rolls his eyes and smiles to himself, muttering under his breath about how every new day didn't bring new things to this man he drove.

"How are you?" The man suddenly asks.

Widening his grin, the driver raises his arm and makes a swishing motion. "Still breathing."

The man looked carefully at the drivers smile. Narrowing his eyes, he stares harder before slowly nodding. The corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly.

Arriving at his destination, the man opens to door of the car and thanks the driver. The old driver smiles back at him, raising his shaking old hand to wave.

Walking from the car and down the sidewalk, the man takes another sip from his coffee. His face straight once again.

The man takes a stride into a tall office building. A law firm. The people inside greet him, waving only a little. Like frightened flies, the people are, they look at him like he is the light bulb.

He steps into the elevator and rides to the top of the building, the people he passes always shyly making small talk before scurrying away.

Reaching his office, he takes the final sip of his coffee before setting it on his desk.