I was flying…no…more like floating in a sea of flames. But I wasn't afraid of them; they were gentle and soothing, like a hearth fire. I was warm, relaxed, and happy. Then grim reality struck. A sharp buzz intruded on my dream and the flames drifted away. I wanted them to come back, but to no avail.
I sighed, rolled over and fumbled with my alarm clock for a minute before I found the power button and shut it off. I lay in bed for a minute before groggily opening my eyes. I blearily surveyed the place that had become a home to me in the last year. It was a modest flat, perfect for a 19 year-old entrepreneur to reside in comfortably. It was a bit cluttered, however. No, cluttered wasn't the word. Untidy. Disorganized. Downright messy. All of these would be a suitable description of my living space. I was a bachelor, what do you expect?
I stumbled to the bathroom to brush my teeth before work. I had decided to eat when I got to work, so when I was finished, I jammed a beanie over my curly blonde hair that was as "cluttered" as my room. As I headed toward the door, I tripped over a rouge pokeball lying on the floor. Cursing silently, I picked myself off the floor and made a mental note to clean it up later. After staring at it for a second, I picked it up and pocketed it. Let's face it, I wouldn't remember later. I had never been really into pokemon, and had gotten the ball in a pack of six from an acquaintance at a recent Christmas party. I sighed again. Wow, I'm doing a lot of sighing today. Maybe it's an omen… I thought. Yep, today's gonna be a bad day… I finally reached the door of my flat without further incident, and started down the stairs. The familiar smells of the bakery I lived above and owned greeted me, bringing a small smile to my face, and my mood lifted a little. Well, maybe not so bad.