It was sunny—
The sand was as white as clouds and the water made the most relaxing noise as the waves crashed upon the shore. Things couldn't be more perfect.
"Ahh," he said, "Could this get any better?"
"You bet it can, tiger" he heard in response.
All of a sudden he turned around and there stood the most beautiful women he could imagine. She was tall, with brunette hair, the perfect body, and eyes that you could get lost in.
The only response he could come up with was a silent, "God Damn".
"So," she said, "Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?"
"You better fucking believe I would!" he said, almost scaring himself with the intensity of his reply.
"Well, then I need you to do one thing for me first…"
"Anything baby, anything!"
"I…need…you…to…WAKE UP OR YOUR IN DEEP SHIT BRYAN!"
"What the hell," he thought, as his perfect girlfriend and perfect beach started to fade in oblivion. "Wait! Noooo! Can I at least have your number!"
"What the hell are you talking about dude?" Said the all too familiar voice of Bryan Richardson's roommate Justin Baker.
"Whose number do you want? I mean for god sake the least you could do is take a man out to dinner first!" He laughed as he punched Bryan in the arm and walked out of the room.
"I hate you so much Baker, I swear to God." Bryan said as he started to get out of bed. He looked at the alarm clock, and noticed it was 8:30am. Briefing for the day would start in 15min sharp, there was no way he could make it from the east hall to the mansion laboratory in that much time.
"You'd think Umbrella would have enough common sense to install some kind of shortcut for their employees, maybe that way things would run smoother around here. " he thought to himself as he got up, and began to get dressed. He only had 10min before he'd be late, so it was crunch time.
He looked at his bed, "Well baby," he said, "Guess it'll have to wait until another night." He sighed, and moved towards the door. Another day of work at the Spencer Estate was about to begin.