As the sun rays slipped through the curtains, he looked to the ceiling. It was white; he had been staring at it for the past four hours. He slowly turned to his old bedside table. The clock marked [6:00 AM]. He brushed his hand through his hair and got up to the bathroom. In front of the mirror, he stared at the pair of toothbrushes sitting in a blue cup, with clouds drawn all over it. He grabbed one of them and opened the garbage can. As he hesitated, he placed it where it was before.

-"Not yet" he whispered to himself.

After getting all showered and dressed up, he walked to the kitchen.

As he prepared the coffee machine, he stared at a framed photo on the wall. A sigh left his mouth. Seemed to be that his day was not starting well. He grabbed a kettle and placed it on the stove with water.

When the machine beeped, he served it on a mug, added chocolate powder, and stirred it. He gently pushed it away. He graved the cup of coffee he had done before, took a small sip, and threw away the rest. He walked towards the entrance. He grabbed his backpack and portfolio, opened the door, and walked out, locking the door.

-"Hey Jaden, how are you doing sweetie?- a lady around her fifties asked him- how is everything?"

-"Good morning, I'm good. You know getting my interview's questions ready.- he softly chuckled- How is your morning so far?"

-" It's not that good, my husband is mad at our daughter, she hasn't called or visited us yet. She said she was coming for his birthday. - she looked at the entrance of her apartment- but she never did, you know how kids are these days"

He just nodded and waited for the elevator to come. He never understood how a mother could forgive their children so many times, but that is what mothers do, he thought. The elevator opened.

-"Well, guess I'll see you later on, take care" - she said as he smiled and waved.

After getting off, he walked to his car and drove to work. He turned on the radio. Playing some random songs. Driving the same streets, looking at the same people, the same stores. When he stopped at a red light, his eyes stopped in a coffee shop. He smiled, tightening the grip on the steering wheel. He accelerated and got to work.

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Finally, his shift was over, the clock showed [10:46 PM], he packed his backpack, grabbed his laptop, and left.

On his way home, he drove the same streets looked and the same stores. And stared at the coffee shop again.

He parked his car, and while he was getting off, a woman shouted his name. He recognized the voice immediately and felt how his blood ran cold; he slammed the door, locked the car, and walked to the building entrance. He heard some loud high heels, stomping as if she owned the world. He got into the elevator and pressed the button to close the door.

-"WAIT!! - she shouted, but the door close and the elevator started to go up.

He breathed fast and felt how his palms were sweating.

-"Not now - he whispered - not today"

As the elevator opened, he rushed to his apartment and unlocked the door, slamming it right away. He loosened his tie, took it off his jacket, and threw himself to the couch.

He stared at the ceiling and brushed his face. He heard a soft knock on the door.

He got up and walked to the kitchen; he grabbed the cup of now cold chocolate and spilled it on the sink. He walked to his bedroom. Without even taking off his shoes, he laid on his bed, covered himself with the blanket, hugged his pillow, and pretended he heard nothing.

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