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Each day he wakes up and dreads what he's going through, he opens his eyes first thing in the morning stares at the ceiling, then wonders " why?" stays like that for one to ten  minutes. after that he either stays there for another 10 more minutes or gets up dangles his feet over the edge of his rather high bed and rubs his face trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. 

after that its going to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet for a bit while and then again wondering " is this my life from now on? thats it ? " . brushing his teeth and staring at his reflection in the mirror thinking " all these year and....."

 an alarm blares throught his room and his bathroom cutting off his thoughts, he walks the long wway from his bathroom tom his spacious bedroom to turn off the alarm on his night stand. he bought two years ago when nothing belonged to him, the only thing that belonged to him was just the alarm clock. he thinks its why he's attached to it, the very first thing he owned after his name.

he turned it off rather quickly, then returned to the bathroom to continue his morning routinne.

At breakfast , cutting the sunny side egg and making it runny on the rice " why did i buy this huge penthouse for myself? also knowing it too damn lonely?" then he takes a huge bite. the house keeper thinks the theme for this month should be japanese breakfast so shes serving him variety of japanese cuisine everyday, he dont see the point of any of it though.

when he reaches at the parking lot where he parked his car at his buiding's valet greets him very cheerfully " its too early to be this happy.." he thinks . 

at the end he leaves his car, deciding against driving and walks the thirty minute taking road along with the people who woke up early and are working out or cycling on the path to the usual place he gets coffee at, even though the his house keeper buys and insists he drinks the world standard imported coffee from ethiopia brewed from the fancy espresso maachines he has at his house, he somehow prefers to get his usual hot large americano everysingle day. 

the baristas at his usual coffee place greet him cheerfully , he tips generously for a simple order. and his order is ready within 2 minutes and that makes him smile , he likes it when things are done fastly for him. 

here he actually feels normal like the people around him, working ,reading, enjoying their drinks, and a few people conversing with each other. the place isnt bustling with customers just regulars that come to get served at the time this early.

he takes out his smart phone and powers it on. the device comes to life flashing its logo across the screen, his attachment to his phone isnt that much and in his theory its because he bought it after the big breakthrough that changed his life.

the phone took a few more minutes till it worked properly and then a meassage comes thorough under the big bold letter of her name. " the usual coffee time?" the message reads and he smiles. he feels his mood lightening up and easy. now he starts to notice the amazing aroma of the place, the shining through the place and people starting to smile more. 

" more like the usual you time." he sends his message to her. remembering he already got his coffee on the table he picked it up and took a sip. and its the usual. just the way he likes it and that is another thing to smile for.

"Awwwh , okay so you not going to tell me where your usual coffee place is ?" her replies comes faster this time, he wants to but something just holds him back from telling her. while he contemplets on what hes going to reply someone tapped his shoulder saying "Found you!" and for the first time he heard her voice in real life outside of through the phone , he finally realizes that he found some where that he himself , belongs to.