: Victory is often hinged on whether or not we believe we can : Rawwrrrragggaaaargghhh That was his automatic response to the alarm going off at 8:30am. Brunette bed head and all, the young man rolled out of bed and stretched giving another good morning growl. His blue pajama pants did NOT match his red t-shirt but he didn't give a damn. It was bed time clothes. You don't need to match for the nightly nap. As the beeping roared, Brandon strolled over and turned it off. As soon as the sound was gone, the radio clicked on and played a song he loves. The merc shuffles through the hallway and into the kitchen. Moving quickly, eggs and butter crackled in the pan and the place smelled of toast. He whistled as the song echoed past the walls and jumped out the window. After the eggs had all but turned solid, they were rescued to the plate and then lined with freshly bought ketchup. The fork sliced and ripped apart those eggs and there warmth filled his belly. This was going to be a good day.