Christian woke up that morning feeling very refreshed. Sleeping was something he loved to do, since it was the only real thing he had to do, besides draw every now and then. Yawning softly, he rolled out of bed in his white pajama pants and grey muscle shirt. Today was going to be just as it had been yesterday and every day before that, he knew it and it wasn't a surprise to him anymore. Walking in silence barefoot down to the kitchen, Christian pulled out some eggs and some slices of bread. It was his favorite thing to eat for breakfast, something light and easy to make. He easily cracked the eggs into a plastic bowl and began to whisk them after throwing out the empty eggshells. He turned on his stove and let the frying pan pre-heat for a bit while he spread some butter on the both sides of the three slices of bread. He could already hear the birds chirping outside and the sounds of people starting to run around outside.

"Obviously taking their kids to school or something." Christian muttered tiredly as he poured the eggs into the frying pan and began to make his breakfast. The smell filled the house and he smiled at that, it was nice to stay in his house, unbothered by anyone. When the eggs were done, he slipped them onto his plate and then placed the buttered bread onto the pan, letting them toast on one side before flipping them over. When they were done, he placed them on his plate and turned off his stove. The kitchen already looked messy but he'd be sure to clean it all up after he ate. He walked over to his table and sat there. It was always sad to sit alone, but he knew he'd get used to it someday...maybe. "And if I never do?" he asked himself aloud. Shaking his head, he decided not to focus on that and began to eat his breakfast.