Top Of The Top
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Adam felt the bed-sheet next to him. It felt empty. He opened his eyes and winced. The housekeeper must have gone home. He glared at the morning sun, and saw that it was too bright for his eyes. He must have been stoned the night before, or he had drank too much; he couldn't quite recall!
“This is a morning that is sour;” he muttered before he moved to amble to the bathroom where he could take a look at his eyes, and then brush his teeth.
Adam glared at himself, and he winced. He saw the red, and he knew he had done something pretty bad. He had drunk and taken a pill, and both knocked him down pretty hard! He groaned as he splashed water on his face. Then he muttered as he moved to wipe his face down with a towel. He hardly felt refreshed. In fact he felt worse! The cool on the face only made him feel hot, and that made him feel swollen. He wanted to argue with himself - however instead he popped a detox pill, and then moved to get dressed.
Adam dressed, sprayed on some cologne, and then he moved downstairs. His legs felt heavy, and he felt off his head as he saw a blur before he tripped over the last stair.
Adam moved to the kitchen and saw breakfast. He stuck a finger into it. It was cold. He grimaced. The housekeeper hadn't needed to do it. Cook a breakfast and leave it for him. However it could have been her breakfast which she might not have been able to have swallowed.