its easy to see..
He woke up from a dream he cant remember, his eyes burning as the sunlight spilled into his room. it was saturday.. a day that in recent times has lost all meaning. it was just a name, just a title. he put on his grey sweatshirt and walked up the stairs to the kitchen. his thoughts wandered about his day.. how it will be, how it will turn out. he touched his finger to the coffee pot carelessly, the pain dident seem real to him. it only told him that the pot was fresh. he filled his second favorite cup and walked over to the window. he drank his coffee and watched the wind as it danced through the trees. after a yawn he walked back into his basement. he closed the door behind him as he walked into the bathroom. setting his coffee on the counter he reached for the shower door.. the pipes let out a moan as the hot water started to warm the otherwise cold bathroom. he looked into his reflection and tried to think of something meaningful to say, to think.. but there was nothing... it was just his reflection.