He has barely slept and he is afraid it will show. It's not his fault. He has never been a very sound sleeper. Without aid, he is lucky is he manages four hours in a row.
Anticipation does not help, of course. The fact that there is something to look forward the next day is the perfect recipe for insomnia. And he has something rather big to look forward today.
John stands up and ventures into the bathroom. By some miracle, his eyes are not puffy or bloodshot, not even particularly tired. He won't go as far as to say he looks good, but at least he doesn't look too terrible. Somebody could say his eyes are unusually bright, perhaps excited, even, but he wouldn't believe it anyway.
There is just light stubble. He won't have any of it today.
Very carefully he starts shaving, taking his time in the daily routine. Warm water, foam, razor. Slowly, carefully, thoroughly. The way good things are supposed to be made.
AN: First of all, thank you very very much for all your reviews and encouragement.
I will alternate between one short and one long chapter.
(I promise it will make sense!)
Cheers!