this morning #370.

this morning, when he kicked off the covers & picked up his phone, there was no way he could’ve known that this would be the last day that he’d wake up in this super comfortable bed. when he emptied his bladder & bowels, there was no indication. blissfully unaware, he scooped spoonfuls of lucky charms into his mouth. as he ironed his outfit, something that could be described as “musclehead chic,” everything seemed normal. throughout his hour commute, he rocked out to imagine dragons, imagining what he’d get into tonight. around 10am, the call came in. his home was currently engulfed in flames. tonight, what he’d be getting into definitely wasn’t that cozy bed.