A routine forms

Your night is restless and uncomfortable. Following several hours of tossing and turning your weary body finally overcomes your anxious mind, delivering you into a turbulent sleep.

***

You are finally roused from your slumber by your girlfriend calling out to you from outside your room, "Have a good day, Nick! Looking forward to seeing those chores all done when I get home." With little pause after, the apartment door slams shut, leaving you no time to reply. You spend a few moments contemplating life before crawling forth from your new bed.

You begin your day slowly with a long shower and a light breakfast. You parse through the kitchen cupboards for ingredients for dinner. You'd like to make something special for your first night to show how much you appreciate having a place to stay.

Your afternoon proves more productive, as you thoroughly clean the kitchen top to bottom. By the time you're finished every dish and utensil has a home and every surface is clean enough to eat off of. With little food in the fridge you run to the store to pick up some fresh ingredients. Unfortunately, with your very limited budget you're **** to cut some corners and sacrifice a few items. After counting out your change to the cent, you spot a bright flyer: HIRING CASHIERS. 'Sure would be a demotion from what I was doing before' you think to yourself.

Hours pass as you meticulously prepare a grand feast for Rachel. The recipe is supposedly an easy one, but the end result still has you feeling a bit self-conscious. Your mind wanders as you ready the finishing touches for the meal. You day dream about Rachel's body, contemplating what a romantic dinner alone might lead to...

You feel jittery with excitement, nervous even. Maybe it be best to "relax" yourself before she gets home.