Witbury Scribner awoke later on Monday morning than he did on Sunday morning, but in both cases it was rather early. The previous nights had not been at all easy. He had slept very little, what with all the noise and moving about. He had not expected to wake so early this particular morning, but it is very hard to stay asleep when you’re pulled out of your bed and thrown into your dresser.

            After gathering himself, Witbury walked to the bathroom with a great deal of difficulty. His normal morning ritual was all but normal this morning. It had not been normal over the past few mornings for that matter. In the shower, he had to try to wash his hair while lying on his back, with his head in the drain. While he was combing his hair, the mirror shattered before he could completely perfect his stylish middle part.

            Dressing, however, was quicker than normal since he had been wearing the same pants for three days now. They were heavily stained and odorous, but Witbury just looked at them and shrugged.