You flutter your eyes open. Let out a yawn. God, that was a deeper sleep than you had in a while, wasn't it?
You stretch yourself and rub your eyes, What day was it even? Your life was so monotonous, you didn't even know what part of the week it was. Did you have the day off, or did you have to stop by the office? You rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 7:00AM.
Well, no matter what, you be fine if it was a work day. No way you'd be late. But you kinda hoped it was Saturday, so you could just get some time to yourself.
But that was the life of Nick Anderson, wasn't it? Mid 20s, short brown hair, an average if not slighly overweight body, single, a penchant for wearing T-Shirts and Sweatpants whenever he didn't have to put on a polo shirt and actual pants. And when he wasn't working, what was he doing? Watching movies, scrolling social media, keeping up with all of his favorite (and always losing) sports teams?
Man... was there any way life was gonna spice up? Was there any way for a day in your life to be anywhere exciting? Were you already having a mid-life crisis in your 20s?
That thought was a sign to get out of bed.
You slowly move your feet over to the side of your bed, finally standing up, scratching your stomach. You head into the bathroom to help wake up a little, shave, and get started about your day.
You stumble into the bathroom, and head over towards the sink. Looking up into the mirror, you stop in your tracks.
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