Coffee. That was one way to the start the day in the city, in the fresh cold mornings of winter there was usually three things to do for a routine start the coffee machine, go to the bathroom, and take the newspaper from under the apartment's door. He never got to close to the door, his legs would tremble when he did, and his mind would turn fuzzy, so he had had to ask the mail man to push it the farthest possible from the door now. Continuing a routine usually meant also waking up his housemate, the person he shared the apartment with, he didn't like bothering him but it had to be done, every single day. He liked his housemate but at the same time he didn't, he was much into the occult and urban exploration, and had been yapping for a while now about some 'abandoned by Disney' creepypasta, he liked seeing the young man so exited about something, just not creepy dark things involving ghosts. After all he was more afraid of the living than the dead, and he disliked someone exited about fiction. He sat down on the bar side of the table and pulled the coffee jar, poured some for himself on a dark blue cup, and some more on a light blue one, he just took the dark one and took a sip from it, before putting it down and pulling the newspaper to read one of the sections calmly. 11 AM in the clock. "It's early" he thought, his eyes averting the little cat eared clock on the wall and drank a little bit more of his coffee, tired as he was he simply didn't care much about it, they didn't go to school for vacation, his parents wouldn't visit, his girlfriend broke up with him and his life had turned into this small 4 rooms apartment. Specially after ... that accident. He turned to his homemate's room door and decided to stand up and go knock on it. He wasn't fond of doing this, but besides his computer, his room, and the quiet moment he always had in the mornings, in the company of his coffee, he had nothing else better to do, to be quite honest.