Sleep had not wished to let Matthew go from its sweet grasp but his alarm clock had other plans for him that day. Reaching over to abruptly smack the snooze button the twenty-eight year old man sat up in bed, lazily rubbing his tired, slightly glazed eyes. He had a plentiful few hours of sleep but still woke up feeling slightly drowsy. It wasn't exactly an irregular feeling, considering the time of day being not incredibly early but not too close too early, either. Forcing himself from bed with a sigh, he stretched slightly before staggering to his closet with the express intent of procuring clothes. Grabbing a comfortable-fitting dress shirt and handsome slacks, he moved on to the adjoining bathroom. Laying the apparel out upon the sink, a shower would be today's first order of business. The warm water definitely helped to wake him up. Stepping out after trying drying himself down he dressed but not too hastily. A hand swept through his fairly neat brown hair, slightly damp but rather neat-looking. A yawn escaped the man as he moved downstairs, entering the kitchen. His abode was rather large for himself being the solitary occupant. His occasional writing projects allowed him some income although he had yet to make any major publications, despite one novel being penned. Partially frightened of criticism, a lack of confidence kept him from submitting it anywhere.<br/><br/>His hope was to get a bit more practice before trying to make it seriously as a novelist.<br/><br/>Raiding the fridge next Matthew poured himself some orange juice and sipped contently from the glass. Peering out the window, he was hoping it'd be a nice day and hopefully something interesting might happen. Inspiration was what he needed, it was why he'd moved to the town of Elliquiy.