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7:00 A.M.

The clock on the wall, directly parallel to his bed, struck 7 in the morning; upon instinct, Jesse woke up to stare the two hands in the eye, standing still for the briefest second that his mind could process before moving on again. He gently pushed the blanket, covering him up to his chin, down to his stomach before sitting up and looking around his room; wondering if anything has been moved while he slept. With a sigh of relief and a small smile, he found none and rolled off the bed, feet carefully reaching for the pair of furry gray slippers just where he left them and perfectly aligned to each other.

Once he was up and awake, he then resumed to his morning rituals. He began fixing up his bed, fluffing the pillows back to the normal brand new appearance they had before he had used it the night before and then tucked in the blanket underneath the mattress, till it was smooth and clean against the bed. It was perfect. And the thought of it caused another smile to grace his lips. He then looked up to check on the time again, it was 7:20. It was time.

He walked to his bedside table on the left, where his black-rimmed glasses lied folded neatly next to a book that seemed to be untouched for years now but held no single spot of dust to prove the theory. He adorned his hazel orbs with his specs, pulling out his morning handkerchief from the drawer and wiping the glasses thrice out of impulse and closing the same drawer thrice upon returning it. He then walks off towards the window, eyes quickly scanning the street for any parked cars to reveal today's events. There was only one yellow car right across the street - which meant it was going to be a better day than yesterday and it caused another smile to grace his lips.

He closed the windows shut, the drapes gracefully falling towards each other and meeting at the center to hide any ray of the morning sun to enter his room. It was grimly dark, just as it always was at 7:30 in the morning. He walked towards his door, unlocking the knob and listening to the bolt's unlocking sound echo through out the hallway. He peered his head out curiously, one hand fumbling for the light switch on the wall and stepping out of his room. He turns around and closes the door behind him, three times and fixes his glasses twice, like he always does.

He casually walked towards the last door at the end of the hallway, opening it without knocking where his father lied on the bed, occupying most of the space while his mother sat on a rocking chair, half-asleep through the rocking. He smiled at her sleeping figure, opening the door two more times before walking in and quietly walking towards his mother. "Mom?" He asks aloud as he tapped her frail and cloth covered shoulder.

The woman shuddered a little into consciousness and pulled her taller son into a tight embrace, like she wasn't used to her son's twenty four hour lock down whenever a bad day stumbles into their midst. And he freezes at her touch, something that doesn't occur often. He pulls away as soon as he realizes that his mother had held him far too long than he liked. "Come on Mister Jesse Miller, I know you're hungry by now," She told him with a smile when he pulled away. And though he wasn't quite comfortable with the full name mentioning, Jesse knew she was right.