A/N: Are disclaimers really necessary at this point? Ugh, okay. Everything belongs to the great and wonderful Meyer. I just like fiddling with her characters and story line. I also like filling in the gaps.
Here's an EPOV of a regular day in his life. Not much going on. Not much at all!
I stirred this morning with the intent of making the day productive. I heated breakfast in the microwave like a father preparing milk for his child in the darkness of a suburban kitchen. I was pensive, twirling the spoon so that the heat was distributed evenly. The warmth felt good on my skin. Alien, but good.
It had been a while since I had been with someone else.
I tested it on my tongue, bringing the spoon up to my lips. Not too hot, just right. Sipping loudly, I padded into the living room and sat on the leather bound couch, switched the TV on and concentrated on the morning news. It was good to listen to someone talk without having a clue who they really were. A fire in the East end. A murder in the South division. A baby born in a car last night, named after the cab driver who helped deliver him.
There were a number of things on my to-do list today but after sitting in the living room with the curtains drawn until it was the afternoon, I figured I'd get around to doing them later. I poured myself another cup. Heated it, stirred it, drank it in front of the computer.
There was a plethora of information online and learning it all was all I could do to pass the time. Genetic engineering had fascinated me from its modest beginnings. I saw potential. I always did. I took to work on my own DNA marvelling each time at how these strands were the script of my existence.
I brought myself another cup and stirred it until the heat was uniform.
I donned my lab coat.
It was morning, again. I worked on my routine and managed to get more done today than I did yesterday. All I ended up doing was fiddling with the microscope. It was easy becoming lost in something so beautiful.
I went for a run. It was overcast, not that I minded, and the city was muted grey like it was cowering away from the rain. The sun hit Phoenix like a security blanket and I watched as people took one look at the sky and grimaced.
I ran a marathon's distance back home. I remembered I had some late fees to pay at the library and returned the books I borrowed over a month and a half ago. I took the car this time, loading up the trunk with new clothes, and stationary I happened to find appealing. I bought an old black and white movie from Buster's around the corner from the main high school. The only surviving footage of the Miracle Man played before the actual film as a tribute and I shut the whole thing off.
I took a drink to bed and nursed it, quelling my thoughts before I read some more.
