this morning #463.

this morning, he pulled the sheets down & peered down at his chest, a once work-in-progress that was close to becoming a work of art. he pulled the sheets down further to further inspect his work. ever since working out had become a part of his routine, he’d been checking himself out on a regular basis. he’d gone from regularly round to right ripped in just under a year and each & every gaze at his tightened frame continued to amaze him. it was a whole, new world where dirty looks from strangers had disappeared & frequent looks in the mirror had taken their place. it had become somewhat of a compulsion but at least he was finally examining himself.