Snippet #1276

Eddy Navarii was never the type to want to get out of bed. He slapped the alarm clock from the shelf beside his bed, but it just ended up still ringing under the bed. He groaned then leaned down the side of the bed to retrieve it, turning it off as he placed it back on the shelf. Yet to open his eyes, he pulled the covers back up to around his chin resisting the onset of the morning, but of course, resistance is futile.
He threw back the covers and let them fall off of the side of the bed. There would be no swift way back to the warmth and comfort of waking up in the morning. Looking around his bedroom he realised that he'd actually remembered to shut the blinds for once. That or he just sat on the remote when he wandered in tired and a little worse for wear. Groping around the floor for it, he hit the button which opened the blinds again and felt the light flood into the room.
His eyes weren't quite awake enough to deal with the sudden influx of light, but he kept them open just the same. He got up from the bed and kicked the quilt away, not wanting it to get splashed while he was in the shower. He threw his shorts back onto the bed and pressed the button. The great thing about open plan living was the way you could never forget to take clothes or towels into your bathroom.
He stopped the shower, dried himself with a towel and grabbed his robe, wandering around the glass wall to where his clothes were neatly filed by the maid, Andrea or something.
He grabbed a pair of jeans that looked vaguely less than normal and added a shirt and tie, the latter of which was tied correctly but left loose so it dangled like a pendant necklace. His bag was already packed and left on his desk. Late already he grabbed two apples and a banana from the fruit bowl, took the cash from under the chopping board and grabbed his jacket from the hall closet. He pushed his feet into pre-laced shoes and headed out the door, letting it slam shut behind him.