text: Shielding his glazed and fatigued eyes from the glare that spilled through the cracks in the sinuous, sanguine, velvet curtains, he gently arose from her bed, tenderly planting the soles of his naked feet on the icy marble floor of her apartment. With a feline tread he swiftly crept around the unfamiliar apartment, dancing his calloused hands over the countertops and stylish wooden stools, taking a moment to appreciate every subtle change in texture. Acknowledging his strangely pleasant mood, despite the drone of a dreadful headache and a parched mouth serving as echoes of the previous night, he couldn't help but strike a brash grin, and ambled again back towards the master bedroom after realising the pointless exercise in his endeavors of exploration. Blissfully ignorant, she remained cocooned in the vast, stained, white duvet, mumbling innocently in her sleep, and as he began to slowly dress he regretfully came to the disappointing realisation that this was yet another trophy he would not be able to proudly display. However, this was just a passing thought that had developed no resonance, it had become far too routine, and his mind turned towards executing a swift act of disappearance. Grabbing his exorbitantly priced branded silk shirt and stumbling into the Levi's that had both been crudely sprawled across the floor, he drifted towards the en-suite, and soon let out a sigh of relief as he watched the waterfall of fluid glisten off the clean walls of the ceramic bowl and tumble elegantly into the sterile, translucent lake below. Whilst reaching towards his fly he turned to his left, blushed and smirked in pathetic admiration as he gazed into the mirror hanging equitably on her bathroom wall in order to fashion his receding hair before he departed; the man who stared back at him was the consummate portrait of a bachelor...