Dots

It was in the morning breezy cold Sunday.

He was lying down on his bed, half naked feeling a bit nauseous. It must have been from the drinking last night, he thought.

It was 3.32PM, the sun was strong and asking for permission to come into his room, which he allowed it by opening up the curtain. The sun came in with an urge of greediness conquering the whole room.
The room was average sized, not too big, not too small. With one desk on the right corner, one wardrobe on the opposite side, one single-bed on the other corner.
It was neat enough.

He woke up from his bed, checking his mobile. No messages, no miss called. As usual, he thought.

He walked to his desk checking on his computer, two people called him on MSN. He closed the chat windows without even looking at the messages.
He turned on the song, loud.
It was one of his favourite song, the song that can accompany him for the rest of the day. An appetizer of the day, he thought.

He was shivering from the cold. The sun didn't seem to do much this time compared to the cold weather. It was 9 Celcius degrees. He wondered how could he even possibly survived the night without his clothes on. Must have been the drinking, he thought.

He was well prepared for what was to come in the next two days. But what he didn't know, it was no the ordinary.

Stubborn enough,
Bring it on. He thought.