Light shined in from the vibrantly colored curtains onto the bed. Red silk sheets reflecting the light in a hypnotic manner. The sleeping man beneath the covers laid in peace, breathing quietly, his chest rising and falling, as if to the slow beat of music. His eyes fluttered open, half lidded caramel colored orbs peering through dark chocolate locks. His brow furrowed, there was something he had to do today, something really important. He re-lidded his eyes, rolling on his bed, groaning, what was it that he had to remember? He repeated this action a few more times before giving up, he knew it'd come to him soon. He sat up, doing a quick comb through his hair with his fingers, then looked at the clock, 9 o'clock it read. A knot formed in his stomach, the thing he'd forgotten was beginning to worry him, what was it? He got out of his bed, looking through his closet, finding a typical mandarin styled long sleeve, and slipped it over his bare shoulders, pulling one side over the other then finished by buttoning it. Before exiting his room however, he tied his collarbone length hair into a pony-tail, letting it flip over his shoulder.
He then exited and began to walk down the hall that lead into his kitchen, hands folded neatly, hidden in his over-sized sleeves. As he walked down the hall, he paused, looked to the left, and then to the right. On the left, was the bathroom, unlike usual however, it was spotless, nothing lay about. On the right, two unopened doors. He opened a door walking into one, deciding the kitchen, as well breakfast, could wait. The room was fairly large, with bright green bamboo painted on the walls, it held a bunk bed, two dressers, and a toy chest, as well as the closet, which was full of hangers, all unused. It took him a moment to remember why the room contained such items, but that was when it clicked.
"Suck ball!" he shouted, running from the room. He bolted down the hallway near colliding with the wall as screeched into the kitchen. He ran to his wall calendar, looking for the date, quickly locating July 9th. On said date, scrawled in big, bold, marker, were the words 'Meet Foster Kids at Kennedy Airport!' along with a small panda sticker (He wanted to kick himself for that one,). He glanced around and ran to the table, grabbing the papers that held the information making him legally able to foster the 4 small children he'd be meeting today. He did a quick glance through the stack, and ran to the door, pulling his jacket off of his coat hook, and pulling his car keys out of the pocket, on his way out, he nearly forgot his shoes, but noticed them and slipped them on quickly before starting up his car and screeching towards his destination.