The night went by quickly, as morning soon came with a force. Sunlight shone down brightly on the still-damp streets and sidewalks of the city, glinting off the windshields of cars as they drove on. The sunlight worked its way up buildings small and tall, worming its way inside. One bedroom in particular--inside of the massive suite towering over the city--found itself victim to the light's onslaught. The light filtered in, struggling through the curtains hanging in front of the sides of a window, before hitting the carpet and illuminating the area about it. A new day, another chapter in someone's life. The beginning of change always starts the morning after the decision...and Dominic Pericolo had committed himself to change just the night before.
With a yawn, Dominic stretches out in his bed. With a grunt, he rolls over to shield his eyes. With a thump, he hits the floor--having successfully fallen off of his bed.
What a way to set your day off right.
Cursing wildly under his breath, Dominic rubs the small bump forming on his head in disdain as he glares at the bed with a sense of betrayel. The same bed which had just cast him aside from his intended path, his pillow. Rather then burying his face into the softness that his head rested upon all night, he found himself crashing hard into the not-so-soft carpeting below.
Carefully, he grabbed ahold of the side of the bed and pulled himself up, shaking off the proverbial 'cobwebs' as he did so. A sideways glance brought his eyes to the cause of his sudden fall from comfortable bedding, the sunlight drifting into the room. Groggily, he made his way over to the curtains and grabbed ahold of them, shutting them with a grumble.
As he stumbled his way towards his bed, Dominic could hear the curtains laughing at him like two young children who just saw him fall on his face. Oh wait, he just DID fall on his face.
'Fucking curtains...'
Once again he fell, this time on his much softer-then-the-ground bed. His pillow didn't fail him this time, allowing him to land safely. So tired was he that he that he felt himself slipping off into dreamworld rather quickly this time around. Of course, as if his day hadn't been bad enough...he was denied his happy journey back into the world of dreams.
"THIS IS K-JBH RADIO! PLAYING YOU ALL THE HITS OF THE 80S AND 90S! I'M YOUR HO--" sounded the radio alarm, only to be unceremoniously silence by the pounding fist of a frustrated Pericolo. Dominic had nearly lunged from his bed to perform the dirty deed, and soon found himself unstable as he supported himself on the stand which held the radio alarm. His groggy state wasn't helping either, and soon he found himself crashing back to the ground.
He could hear the dust mites chuckling, the little bastards.
"Dominic?" called a female's voice from outside the door, as Suki Minamoto stepped through to see him in his state and put a hand over her mouth, struggling to supress her laughter as she spoke with a strained voice, "Are you...okay, honey?"
"Yeah, Suki..." Dominic groaned, sighing and resting his forehead against the carpeted floor, "I'm fine. Annoyed and tired...but I'm just fine."
Not able to help but giggle, Suki shook her head and turned, walking back to the kitchen as as Dominic slowly pulled himself back to his feet to prepare for the every-day ritual of getting dressed. Off with the sweatpants and on with the jeans, on came the shirt and on went the socks and shoes. The necklace resting on the cabinet top was quickly fastened around Dominic's neck, and he picked up his comb whilst looking into the mirror. Moments passed and his hair was done, combed just the way he preferred. More footsteps, the sound of a door opening, and Dominic was on his way into the new day. Sure, it seemed as though everything was perfunctory...but there was something different, the morning was strongly contrasting the night before. No-longer was there a melancholy atmosphere about him and, despite the mishaps in waking up...he truly did feel happy.