He jerked awake. All a dream? All a dream. He searches his mind for who he is, where he is. Ah yes, he is James Bradston. College student, living at home bumming off of his parents. Engaged to the love of his life Rebeckah Soon-to-be-Bradston. But he was just haunted by something in his past. If only he could get away from it. Sometimes life doesn't go as planned. Sometimes it goes better, sometimes it goes worse. He couldn't shake this dream though. He looked at the clock: 3:30 AM. Decidedly too early to get up. He laid back down to get some sleep. Oh to drift off and let his mind create for him another story, oh to slip away to that place, that place we all go in our dreams. Good or bad no consequences for one's deeds, no culpability, no control. Freedom...
Sleep didn't come, he had been lying down for an eternity. At least another hour, 4:30 isn't too bad a time to wake up. He looked at the clock: 3:35 AM. Oh. Well, this wouldn't do at all. Sleep eluded him. He rose from his bed observing his half organized half chaotic room. What now? He grabs his phone and plugs in his earbuds. Might as well go for a walk. It was late January on the coast of Nowhereville, Eastern-State, he thought to himself. He could be very sarcastic even when narrating his own life. But it is his story, it's not my place to give more information than he gives to me.
He grabs his warmest coat which, quite honestly wasn't very warm. He pulls on his nicest pants, at least his favorite, which, quite honestly weren't very nice. Today was a day he didn't plan on seeing anyone so he had tossed on one of his least favorite shirts. Nothing wrong with the shirt, honestly, except for him it was a little small. Oh, and it had obnoxiously bold letters "ORIGINAL GANGSTERS" with old style depictions of popular Batman villains with Catwoman in the middle showing far too much leg. A gift from mom, pretty sure she doesn't even like him wearing it. He opens the music app and hits shuffle on a playlist he reserves for such semi-depressed moments in his life. "In A Blackout" begins to play over his earbuds. Ah, introspective and pretentious, his jam precisely. After lacing up his shoes he steps outside, jacket zipped five-sixths of the way up to add a little extra warmth to his get up. As he stated earlier, he lived in Nowhereville, which was in the coastal region of Eastern-State. This is a place that never gets quite cold enough to complain to the northerners. He looks at his phone: 3:47 AM. This is gonna be quite the day.
