The morning light coming through my window finally got the better of me as I rolled over for the fifth time. I looked at my alarm clock, three minutes before it was set to go off. Ugh, I hate it when that happens. My muscles yelled at me silently as I sat up and stretched. The shitty twin bed still gave me issues despite how thick I am.
I was hungry. My fridge held no real promise of a good breakfast, so I threw on my heavy boots to set out to the nearest Denny’s. As I finished tying them I looked at my closet at my leather jacket. It was my pride and joy, but the August weather was frighteningly warm, even for me. The change on my dresser soon found its way to my pocket, and my cap on my head. As I left my alarm clock started going off. I grabbed a book off my bookshelf and threw it at it. The alarm clock broke. Always hated the fucking things anyway.
I turn to leave my apartment and head for the stairs. My lovely di