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"Ah for fucks sake."
  
  His tired, croaky voice came from underneath several blankets on a couch in a small room. He threw his hands up to his head and cradled his pained cranium, sore from last night's solitary alcohol. He groaned and stumbled out of bed and slouched to the washroom. The man he saw in the mirror didn't seem familiar to him. The cold lines and and dark stubble on his face didn't match up to the picture he had of himself in his head. He opened the compartment behind the mirror and grabbed the bottle of Advil, he hastily opened it and poured three pills into his hand before swallowing them dry. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, then returned to his room. What he saw confused and bewildered him.

  He had been asleep for easily eleven hours, maybe more; getting to bed at around seven in the morning. However, the world beyond his window remained illuminated by morning sunlight. Furthermore, the clock atop his wall read ten AM. He furrowed his brow and doubted himself, but seeing no solution he put it aside. "I need a coffee, shit." He thought while closing his eyes and trying to master his headache. He slowly walked out of the room and threw on his white hoodie and backpack, grabbing his phone and keys off the table near the door. He opened his front door and squinted through the blinding light of the sun into the semi crowded street. Walking down his front steps he pulled the hood over his eyes and began the commute to the coffee shop. 

  "This is a really strange hangover." He thought with confusion. Last night he had been on the cliffs by the ocean, spending the night with a bottle of Jack. He told his mom that he was going to a grad party to avoid questioning, he came here more often than he'd like to admit. The sounds of the roaring ocean isolated him from the small town life he lived, and the drink calmed him down - numbing him. It wasn't any different from the other times he had done this, however everything around him seemed slightly off. Like when the picture on your TV isn't quite right, almost like interference. Sounds and light seemed to have an inconsistency contrary to what he normally experienced the morning after. He hoped the coffee would fix this. 

  He stood outside the shop staring at the quaint little sign that read "Cliffside Cafe" before pushing the door open. He approached the barista and ordered a double double before sitting down at a window seat and taking a book out of his bag. "The Catcher In the Rye" was plastered across the cover. He quite liked this book, he felt that it was an eye opener for people. He was engrossed in the pages and his eyes flickered from word to word, "...You'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused, frightened, and even sickened by human behavior. You are by no means.." His reading was cut short by a feminine voice cutting through the air.  "Sir? Your coffee." She handed him the hot cup and walked off. He opened the lid and allowed the liquid to cool a little before taking that first revitalizing sip.

  It was as if the whole world had taken it with him. Everything sped up a little, like the lowest fast forward setting on the DVD player. He nearly dropped his coffee all over the book in shock. "This is [b]not[/b] okay. What the shit?" He looked around in panic, before closing his eyes and trying to calm down. Something wasn't right, maybe he was having a panic attack? He didn't know. However, when he opened his eyes, things had returned to normal. "I should see Doctor Green..." He thought with adrenaline coursing through him. He packed up his things and walked out of the shop with coffee in hand. His phone went off in his pocket, startling him and almost making him drop his drink once again. He paused to pull the device from his jeans and glance at the notification. "Tyler, I need the software by tomorrow. I'm sorry for the short notice, double pay for this though. You're a life saver.". "You've got to be kidding me, I don't have the drive for this today." His current employer breathing down his neck with a short notice deadline made his morning much worse than it already was. Although he couldn't complain about the five hundred dollars he'd be receiving the next day. "Looks like it's another day of work." He thought grudgingly. He settled down in a park just off Beach Street and found cover in shade to pull out his laptop.  [/center]