The springs squeaked from under Marc Islands bed as he uncomfortably shifted from one side to another trying to sit himself up and get a visual of his bland digital clock. '5:40' it beamed at him flashing red upon his sensitive eyes. Hesitantly he stood up and started to make his way to the little bathroom not 10 steps from his bed. The little top floor apartment he rented was more than enough to please him.
Clumsily he flipped the switch and turned on the fluorescent light revealing a very average bathroom. The tiled floors and walls were all too common to see in the little London accommodations. Directly looking back at him through the mirror was a man who was reserved and simple and maybe bored of life some might have said. The medium body-build showed that he kept in shape but not as much as he would have liked to. The bristly stubble and short but unkempt hair showed youth and freedom but he didn't feel it. It was all a facade.
After staring for a few minutes he sighed, opened the bottle and placed the green and white pill and washed it down with cold water which felt reinvigorating to him. Shortly he proceeded to clean himself up opening the window to let the steam dissipate. Drying himself Marc sought after the pristine pressed clothes. He pulled out a drab white shirt with a blue pair of suit trousers and a dingy old tie to match. His eyes met the red glare of his clock. '6.00' it read. Peering out the large window in the bedroom, the street below was lit up by the lights emanating from various establishments lining the streets purely due to the moon hoisting itself into the sky. He had surmised that he had 15 minutes to get to his destination. After procuring his grey bomber jacket and closing his apartment he made his way down the steps to the wet and cold streets of good ol' London.