He woke up...feeling tired and sleepy...last night was another sleepless night
He looked into the mirror...feeling funny and weird...his hair were messy but cute
He cleaned up...feeling the cold shower...uncontolled shivers ran wild on his body
He dressed up...feeling slightly better...at least he looked smart and preppy now
He ate...feeling the cold but tasty pizza...it was from the fridge from last night
He locked his door...feeling secured...starting his walk to work
He sat down...feeling mundane but determined...the datelines have to be met
He ate again...feeling re-energized and chatty...lunch with friends are always fun
He continued...feeling slight soreness of his eyes...now staring into the screen again
He drank...feeling a forced sense of alertness...caffeine is his saviour at work
He done something...feeling contented but bittersweet...still got a lot to do
He went home...feeling tired and lazy...looking even more tired and lazy
He arrived...feeling warm and cosy...abeit the solitary in his home
He cleaned up again...feeling the hot shower...intoxicated in the warm steams
He cooked and ate again...feeling great...the new recipe worked out fine
He drank and read...feeling excited...by the combination of wine and his favorite book right now
He switched off the light...feeling slightly imbalanced in the dark...too much wine while reading
He climbed to bed...feeling exhausted but happy...feeling the warmth of the person beside him
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why...do i have a weird feeling about the last sentence? *fighting down laughter* ok, maybe it's just me ;p
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