The Usual

You loosely grab your iPhone with your left hand, clicking the power button lightly as you do so to bring the device to life. The screen ignites with light, displaying the colourful background picture you took of you and Jenny during a giant fight with dry-paint at a festival last year overlapped with the the date, time and notifications of emails and texts you'd receive.

Quickly scanning through the notifications, you don't see anything important. A message from your dad, a few updates from work about sales and a reminder from your buddy, Mike, about tonight's meet up.

You also notice nothing from Jenny. You think this odd considering she never usually misses the opportunity to send your way, but hope she’s decided to take a day off being a bitch.

Putting it down on the bed beside you, you roll out of bed and go to the bathroom. Staring in the mirror at your own gormful expression, you contemplate the day and what it might hold for you.