After some careful consideration, you decided it's best to start the week with a nice, warm cup of Coffee.
You turn on the machine and hear its familiar rattling and gurgling. Pouring the brown, steaming stew into your mug you feel the anticipation building up.
You take your first sip and feel how the warm, bitter sensation settles in, pushing your exhaustion away like a breath of fresh air.
Ahh, I really needed that.
Instinctively, you check your phone; it's become more of a habit than you'd like to admit.
You click away the many lousy advertisements until you are granted a peek at your messages. Or you're not messages…
No new notifications?
Nothing there to see, empty like a void. It's not like you're disappointed, right?
Who would have texted you anyway? The nice leopard lady from the check-in at work? Sure, she has a beautiful smile, but you never told her.
You are quite sure she's never set eyes on you. She probably doesn’t even remember your name.
Whatever
You think while throwing your phone back onto your blanket.
Another sip of the coffee makes your worries take a backseat in your mind.
You wonder if your spot in the bed was still warm. With the coffee in your hand, you sit down, your fingers lightly brush over the soft fabric, though it was cold to the touch.
“Nope.”
The warmth has vanished, poof - lost like a distant memory.
You take one last moment to enjoy your remaining coffee.
The room was eerily minimalistic, with only a few decorations, framed pictures, and one large vessel you had been gifted a while ago.
You wanted to put in flowers someday, but it was still empty.
With a quick glance toward a digital clock on your wall, you check the time.
“It's 6:44…I should get ready.”
You pour the last drop of coffee down your throat and exhale.
A feeling overcomes you as if the last bit of resistance just escapes through your breath.
Like a robot, you stand up with a groan, your hand slams onto a radio that stands idle next to your bed.
A loud voice addressed the audience.
“GOOOOOOOOD Morning, fellow Coreline citizens, and welcome to our Monday-Morning program!” A way too energetic, male voice shot through.
With that, you sink into your routine, dragging yourself to the closet to get dressed.
All the while, the radio continued buzzing loudly in the background.
“Quick news, from section alpha, before we start the chit chat. ” The moderator cleared his throat and began to declare.
“Smog levels are high, so be prepared for a flush this evening.
Last night in Crossway, an elderly hedgehog identified as ´Hammolt peakback´was found dead in their pawn shop. The crime scene contains clues of a potential robbery, one of the leading Enforcers told the Core Info media this morning. More information after the Enforcer report has arrived!
Furthermore, I feel like we need some good news after this shock!
Luckily, the district Midway Plaza is soon going to be in even greater condition due to the PTC’s new infrastructure management planning.”
You slipped into your clothes and put on your pants and socks. Then you tie up and finish your look with a briefcase.
A second female voice shot through the radio.
“Thoughts and prayers with the hedgehog Hammolt!” A short break, and she continued as if nothing happened.
“ Anyway, the new PTC project is yet another example of how they attempt to improve our lives day by day!
Okay, back to the important stuff.” The voice chukeled.
“How was your weekend, John?"
With another controlling block to the clock, you quickly dart toward your kitchen to prepare your lunch sandwich.
“Like always, Sindy, way too short!”
Both moderators exchanged a hefty chuckle.
“No, but seriously, my weekend was great! I actually traveled to the Core Spire! A large building housing many important people. This weekend they had a public displacement of art!
But even with such a good weekend, I'm still looking forward to this wonderful Monday!“
You bury your lunch deep into your briefcase and place it next to the door before navigating the bathroom.
”Exactly! A new Monday means new opportunities and a new you to improve-”
You close the door behind you, cutting the sentence of the narrator.
Now standing in front of the bathroom sink, head folded in the neck, you're gargling some mint water.
Your head lowers to spit out the water, and your reflection in the mirror stares back at you.
