He woke up, much as he often did, laying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. His almost entirely naked body was comfortably wrapped up in a soft, thin blanket that kept him warm enough to be comfortable. He kind of just wanted to have a lazy day, maybe catch another hour of sleep; today was a writing day, which meant he could afford to slack off a little bit. He could set his own hours today, as long as he made some progress with his current story.<br/><br/>But sadly, he did need to get up. Because he needed to go to the bathroom. It was some time during that biological necessity that he realized things were awfully loud outside.  Finishing up his business, he went out to his kitchen window, and stared outside. He was not sure for how long he watched, transfixed at the surreal situation outside. But, eventually, he did realize something was going terribly, terribly wrong outside.<br/><br/>He quietly shut the window, and then lowered the shades, closing them so that no one could see up into his second floor apartment. Just in case. In fact, he goes to all his windows, and does the exact same thing. In the relative darkness that gave him, he chose to put on his TV, keeping the volume just barely low enough for him to hear what was coming from it. He started browsing news channels, trying to get a feel for what the fuck was going on.