Friday 8:30am<br/><br/>Liam stirred from his sleep. He was still a bit groggy as he forced off the covers. The pale morning light seeped into his room through the blinds, causing him to wince slightly as his eyes adjusted. Another day of work and he had to be there by 10. Just enough time for a quick shower and some coffee. He  never really ate breakfast anymore, mainly because he was never hungry after first waking up. Instead he would grab a donut or something while he was out.<br/><br/>He stretched then hurried out of the room to check the coffee maker. Someone had already set up a fresh pot this morning by the smell of it. He grabbed his favorite mug, a black one one that said don’t F*ck with me before Coffee, and poured some in. He sipped the hot bitterness, instantly feeling more awake. After a few more minutes the cup was empty and he started towards the shower.<br/><br/>Fifteen minutes later he was out and he checked the clock on his nightstand. Almost 9:15 now. He would need to hurry up getting dressed and rush out the door to make it to work on time. So quickly he threw on and old black Tee and some well worn jeans, grabbed his bag and hurried to his car. At least it didn’t take long for him to get to the shop. His phone said it was 9:40 now so his cut off the engine in the parking lot and pulled out a pack of Camels to light one up.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk