You bolt awake

You don't usually remember your dreams and even as vivid as this one is it's already rapidly fading. You struggle to grasp on to any details as your heartrate settles down. You become aware that Cerve is trying to get your attention.

Cerve: "Good morning Alex, it's time to wake up. You have a full schedule ahead of you"

Groggy and now completely giving up on retaining your dream you glance over at your night stand to see an empty bottle of wine. You remember that muscle soreness is supposed to be even worse the next day but to your surprise easily stand up with only a minimal amount of stiffness. At least that lotion did what Cerve had promised in addition to removing your hair. Cerve puts on some background tunes and has you eat some greek yogurt and fresh fruit for breakfast. Despite drinking a whole bottle of wine last night you have to admit you feel better than you have in a long time. Maybe you really were deficient in some vitamins. Speaking of which you take another pink pill from the bottle and pop it into your mouth before asking Cerve what's next for the day