It was a morning like any other. As the sounds of the city begun to make their appearance, people waited for the bus, each of them with their stories, purposes and thoughts held tightly. Holding a mug of cheap instant coffee, he looked out of the window. The sky was lightly cloudy as always, cars were already stockpiling on the street, and plenty of people were at the bus stop, everyone looking away from one another, each of them inside their own worlds. He really didn't want to go to work today. He didn't want to be close to those people he knew talked about him behind his back, at least not today. His headache wouldn't let him, either he stayed away from that place, or he earned a migraine. He looked down at the watery mix inside the mug, and with a sigh, he let it spill out of the window. Turning back, he yawned, stretched, got casually dressed, picked up his wallet, strapped his wristwatch, plugged his earbuds to his phone, and put them on the same pockets as always. But wait, did he have money to go out? Upon checking, yes. Did he want to download anything large? He could leave it downloading while he was out. Upon trying to recall, nothing really came to mind. He looked out the window once more, and the scenery had yet to change. That's when, in a single quiet click, the light in the room turned off. Actually, all lights had turned off across every house, building or commerce he could see through the window. Unimpressed, he sighed once more, brushed his teeth, looked at himself in the mirror for a bit... Delaying it no longer, he closed the door of his apartment behind him, locked the place, and slipped his keys into his left pocket. Entering the elevator, he closed his eyes and hoped his headache would leave as soon as he tasted some Caramel Macchiato and listened to his playlists. Quietly, the elevator doors closed.