Get on with his day.

While having a supernatural smartphone in your hand is quite neat, what Paul really needed to do was leave for work. Just as that thought reached his mind, his train of thought was pierced by his alarm going off once again. I suppose I must've hit snooze. I turn off the alarm, seeing it's 8:30, and step out of my room and into the living room of the cramped apartment. On the couch, Stephen, roommate numero uno, is currently watching the news, curled up in a wool blanket with a cup of warm creamer with a dash of coffee. I never quite understood why he liked his coffee that way, but for the number of red-headed gymrats I've met (which is surprisingly more than one), they've always done things quite differently. I nod to him, and he nods back. "Pretty slow news day, in case you were wondering. They resorted to doing a story about an otter's birthday at the zoo." I chuckle, and Stephen takes a long, loud slurp of his "coffee". I stumble over to the fridge, retrieve the plastic bottle of smoothie I prepped last night, and as I whipped around, I practically slammed into roommate numero dos, Geneva.

Geneva was a petite young woman. She weighed easily less than 110 pounds and was an entire head shorter than me. Although she had B-cup breasts (discovered when we'd accidentally mixed up laundry) and a prettily shaped ass, she was quite adept at hiding them, as she always wore turtleneck sweaters and baggy chinos. Today, her auburn hair was done up in a ponytail, and her bumping into me accidentally wiped her ear-to-ear smile.

"Wow, looks like somebody got lucky last night." A grin crept back onto her face, and her cheeks sunk into a light pink. "Oh? What gave you that idea?" I didn't know where on the list to start, so I picked the factoid she couldn't hide. "I heard you and whoever you dragged over her moaning through the walls. They're pretty thin." Geneva started blushing even harder. "Oh, uh, sorry, I didn't mean for you guys to overhear us...I did let her know about the walls." No she didn't. There were two voices that kept me up. And although Geneva's moaning was quite lovely to listen to, the stout feminist that came in with her sounded like a cat being beaten with a rake. I shrugged it off, and pushed past her and towards the door. "Alright, I'm off to work. Bye y'all." And with that, I opened the door and stepped through.