Read the last sentance really slowly for proper effect.
Princess jumped onto Roxas's stomach and licked his face with her rough tongue. He groaned and sat up, pulling his covers off. Princess jumped onto the carpet and meowed. Roxas looked at the clock. 6:08 am.
"Damn cat. Why do you have to eat so early?" The blonde said groggily as he stumbled through drawings, paintings and used paint bottles. He grabbed a handful of dry cat food and dropped it into Princess's bowl, then poured a glass of milk for himself. He drank half and dumped the rest into the cat's other bowl. "I'm going for a walk." Roxas said, not that the cat cared much. He pulled a pair of jeans from an ever growing pile of paint stainted clothes. Also a jacket, toque and a scarf. "Don't make a mess while I'm gone."
"Meow."
Roxas was glad for the cool morning air that calmed his headache from always breathing in paint fumes. He watched the sunrise as he turned the corner onto the crossing street. It seemed like the day was going to be normal enough. He could see business men getting into their cars to leave for work, birds just waking up and continuing their journey south, and a brown haired guy about his age walking his dog.
It was that that caught Roxas's attention and caused his eyes to widen in shock.
The brown haired guy wasn't just any normal brown haired guy walking his dog. No, that particular brunette just so happened to look exactly like the brunette Roxas seemed to find himself painting into so many of his pictures.