Mood

The radio from the alarm clock wakes me up, and I turn it off after the daily radio wakes me after a few minutes. Feeling rested, I get out of my gray sheets, the morning goes as per usual, making a cup of coffee, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed. I look at my gun metal watch on my wrist, and everything is on time. I walk out of my studio apartment to the metro, and board the line to work. After some time on the subway, I transfer lines and arrive at the office. From there, work flows by and time passes by like any other day. Papers, forms, and conference calls all transition into each other, and the office acts like a machine, with every member acting as a piston in a well oiled engine. After I clock my hours in, my lunch break starts, and I have 30 minutes to wind down and eat. The food court has a new restaurant, but uninterested, I go over to my usual joint and grab the normal meal I get everyday. People always ask why I am quiet and never hang out after work, but my reasoning is to live a quiet life with no frustration and worries. More hours fly by and after work, I get off my job and return to my quiet apartment in the top floor, where no upstairs neighbors can annoy me during the night. I stop by a small local restaurant, and grab some cheap dinner for the night. Arriving in my small quiet home, I start to wind down for the day, and after my evening routine and 30 minutes of stretching, I sleep a full 9 hours and wake up rested the next day, ready to go through the routine day after day.

Neutral Melancholy Joviality