Portal - DifferentPortal - Different by altairattorney
6.45 am, the alarm screams.
Is it Wednesday? Thursday? You can't even remember. All of your days are dully similar the best you can do to survive their suffocating routine is yawn in their face, the same way every morning.
Now go wash your face, get dressed and open your door, to walk out and spend the next eight hours at your dusty desk. You hate living in that office. It is boring and monotone, like everything else is.
You still don't know what you want to do with your existence; it may seem a bit late, yes, but you do not like this routine at all. That is why, every morning, you wake up fifteen minutes earlier to have breakfast in the café a moment of relax, a distraction from your life. And then there is the girl.
She truly came out of nowhere. She appeared at the coffee house early one day, as indifferent as if she had always been working there. You never changed your daily habits since you saw her; for every morning, while you peek at her from behind the newspaper,