I wake to the sounds of birds chirping outside my window. Another day has begun and I am slowly coming alive. I stretch my muscles and look around my silent bedroom. I see the eyes of my cat staring back at me and I blow him a kiss. He yawns and stretches leaving me for his morning routine.

I place my feet on the cold wood floor and stand my still stiff body up. I reach up to the sky to feel my back pop relaxing me instantly. I reach for my robe and slip it on feeling its warmth all around me.

Casually I walk into my bathroom reaching for my toothbrush and begin removing the buildup of whatever has developed throughout the night. I wash my face with cold water and look up at my reflection. I see a somewhat empty look reflected before me and shake my head.

I walk into my kitchen heading towards my cabinets full of random junk food and the ever beloved coffee. I start a pot of coffee and close my eyes just letting the aroma overtake my senses.

Suddenly I hear a crash to my right. My eyes open instantly and I look for the source of the noise. I find my cat darting into my bedroom and I look down at the floor.

“Fluffy! Shit.” I kneel down and quickly pick up the pieces of glass that are now covering the floor. My cat had knocked over a vase I had sitting on my bookcase. The two flowers that were in there are now limp on the floor.

I hold the flowers in my hand and feel a sense of sadness course through my body. I can feel the pain that these two wilting flowers are now experiencing. I stand and carry the flowers to the kitchen and lie them down on the kitchen counter.

My coffee now ready I pour myself a cup and sip the bitter liquid slowly. I walk over to my kitchen table and sit down. I reach out and trace a piece of paper that is face down.

Slowly I turn the paper over and read the contents slowly. ‘Tonight…8 PM…Midnight Towers.’ My new gig at this small venue that my agent said would be a great opportunity for me to play my new songs.