Snippet #2372061

His eyes opened, blinking twice and seeing the grey wall of the bedroom. When he looked out the window, he noticed that it was already dawn out. Only a couple of times had he missed waking up early. No alarm was needed since he awake automatically when needed. Mysterious; how the brain functions. He sat on his bed, placing his elbow on his thigh and rubbing his face on his hand. It’s probably was going to be another meaningless day. That is how it’s always been recently. Minus as well get ready for work. He got up and walked to the bathroom for his first act of the day; cleaning himself.

Breakfast while heading to work. Just like any other morning, his breakfast consist of a burning rolled tobacco called cigarette, produced in Demotia. Warm, sweet, but most importantly, it relaxes him. The cigarette was like a calming pill for him. It was hazardous to health, rotting the lungs and heart, darken and drying the lips while making the teeth yellow, but nothing that Daughtris's healers couldn't fix. One trip to the hospital and everything will be good as new. That is how advance Daughtris is.

The subway station was crowded with many kind of Daughtrisian. Almost all of them have the same purpose as Marx; which was going to work. The train is crowded most of the time and sometimes dangerous but it’s the favoured transportation for anyone that doesn't have money pouring out of their pockets. When the train came, almost everyone rushed in, fighting to get to any empty seat. But not Marx though. He took his time and waited until no one was pushing and shoving then he walked in and leaned beside the entrance. He continued to wait. It will be a while before reaching his stop.