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him, went up them and disappeared to the second floor.
Jimmy watched him leave carefully. When they were both gone, he turned back to the Closed Circuit TV screens on the counter and took an enormously heavy breath and sighed. He could do nothing else and now felt hesitant to do anything else for the rest of the night.
8
Jimmy woke up a little after five in the afternoon, feeling even more tired than he felt when he went to bed. Working overnight felt tough, he knew that it would be, but at the same time, he found it difficult to function right. He could only hope that it would all soon pass, sooner rather than later. He climbed out of bed feeling more than just wobbly, he felt downright weak. It took everything he had just to get out of his bedroom, and slowly, he made his way through the living room and into the kitchen. Making a fresh pot of coffee, he went back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, and turned on the television to the five o’clock news on channel six. Since beginning his new schedule, this became his ritual, and a habit that he started to like. With the TV on, he sat back and waited for the coffee to finish brewing.
Today in Redford Forge, a gruesome discovery happened this morning, and it’s our top story of the day, the head newscaster stated first and foremost. He looked like a middle-aged man with white hair and a smooth voice, and looked the very part of a seasoned newscaster.
Jimmy watched him, but never really heard what he said. He just stared at the anchorman, and found himself just staring at his face. They always sound and look that way. He watched and thought of nothing else.
The news anchor continued; The police discovered an unidentified body of a young woman just outside of Forge Road, east of town, early this morning. Police have made little description of the victim, but they did say that an animal attack happened early in the morning and that it appears that the woman was jogging when the attack occurred. More details are forthcoming and we will keep you informed as those details come.
Jimmy listened to the coffeemaker brewing. The smell of deep coffee filtered all around his apartment. It smelled so damn good that so much so, he couldn’t wait to get a cup. He hated this feeling and hated having to wait for anything. He was far less patient than most people ever gave him credit for, and he knew it.
Unsatisfied, he stood up, left the living room, and walked back into the kitchen. He looked down at the pot and found it only half-full and half finished. Seeing it, he sighed. It appeared that he had to wait a little while longer, so he decided to go ahead and take a shower instead. By then, it should be finished. By then, he should be more awake and better able to enjoy it when it was.
He left the kitchen and made his way to the bathroom, down a narrow hallway near the bedroom, and went inside and took a hot shower. He let the water wash away all of the tiredness from his mind. When he finished, he walked back out to the kitchen and looked back to the maker again. It looked ready, so he poured himself a cup and went back into the living room and sat back down on the sofa. He took a deep sip. The coffee tasted hot, but it satisfied. He continued drinking; casually taking small sip after small sip, until he noticed the clock on the left wall now read that it was nearly six.
Damn time flies. It was almost time to get dressed. It was almost time to start his night. Sitting there, slouched down some in only his towel, he looked down at his belly and sighed. He couldn’t help but notice it. He brought his left hand up, and rubbed it with an open palm. I’m getting fat. He slapped it hard with his still open palm with a hollow echoing sound bouncing off the walls after he did it. By the looks of it, it was also getting larger. I have to get things back together. I have to get back into shape. He took another sip, and found the coffee no longer hot, but now only luck
Jimmy watched him leave carefully. When they were both gone, he turned back to the Closed Circuit TV screens on the counter and took an enormously heavy breath and sighed. He could do nothing else and now felt hesitant to do anything else for the rest of the night.
8
Jimmy woke up a little after five in the afternoon, feeling even more tired than he felt when he went to bed. Working overnight felt tough, he knew that it would be, but at the same time, he found it difficult to function right. He could only hope that it would all soon pass, sooner rather than later. He climbed out of bed feeling more than just wobbly, he felt downright weak. It took everything he had just to get out of his bedroom, and slowly, he made his way through the living room and into the kitchen. Making a fresh pot of coffee, he went back to the living room and sat down on the sofa, and turned on the television to the five o’clock news on channel six. Since beginning his new schedule, this became his ritual, and a habit that he started to like. With the TV on, he sat back and waited for the coffee to finish brewing.
Today in Redford Forge, a gruesome discovery happened this morning, and it’s our top story of the day, the head newscaster stated first and foremost. He looked like a middle-aged man with white hair and a smooth voice, and looked the very part of a seasoned newscaster.
Jimmy watched him, but never really heard what he said. He just stared at the anchorman, and found himself just staring at his face. They always sound and look that way. He watched and thought of nothing else.
The news anchor continued; The police discovered an unidentified body of a young woman just outside of Forge Road, east of town, early this morning. Police have made little description of the victim, but they did say that an animal attack happened early in the morning and that it appears that the woman was jogging when the attack occurred. More details are forthcoming and we will keep you informed as those details come.
Jimmy listened to the coffeemaker brewing. The smell of deep coffee filtered all around his apartment. It smelled so damn good that so much so, he couldn’t wait to get a cup. He hated this feeling and hated having to wait for anything. He was far less patient than most people ever gave him credit for, and he knew it.
Unsatisfied, he stood up, left the living room, and walked back into the kitchen. He looked down at the pot and found it only half-full and half finished. Seeing it, he sighed. It appeared that he had to wait a little while longer, so he decided to go ahead and take a shower instead. By then, it should be finished. By then, he should be more awake and better able to enjoy it when it was.
He left the kitchen and made his way to the bathroom, down a narrow hallway near the bedroom, and went inside and took a hot shower. He let the water wash away all of the tiredness from his mind. When he finished, he walked back out to the kitchen and looked back to the maker again. It looked ready, so he poured himself a cup and went back into the living room and sat back down on the sofa. He took a deep sip. The coffee tasted hot, but it satisfied. He continued drinking; casually taking small sip after small sip, until he noticed the clock on the left wall now read that it was nearly six.
Damn time flies. It was almost time to get dressed. It was almost time to start his night. Sitting there, slouched down some in only his towel, he looked down at his belly and sighed. He couldn’t help but notice it. He brought his left hand up, and rubbed it with an open palm. I’m getting fat. He slapped it hard with his still open palm with a hollow echoing sound bouncing off the walls after he did it. By the looks of it, it was also getting larger. I have to get things back together. I have to get back into shape. He took another sip, and found the coffee no longer hot, but now only luck
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