Promethean
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jul 23, 2024
Sunday night, 9pm
*Hey you, all packed and ready for our trip in the morning?*
Text fills his box before pressing send, setting down his phone Sawyer awaits a response from his niece. The pair have a fun little getaway planned, just the two of them.
Sawyer looked around his house, quiet, dark, lonely. Ever since his wife left, Sawyer's early 40s have been lonely. Many men would have found answers in the bottom of a bottle, not him. He filled his time with a stack of books pilled beside his bed, beside his chair, beside his couch, and even in the kitchen. Helps him think, he tells others.
Having spent the past 23 years working in warehousing, his days are long. Wake up at 6, work from 7 to 7, gym until 9. Rinse and repeat. While he's only scheduled to work 3 or 4 days a week alternating, he always finds himself clocked in 4 or 5 days anyways.
Stepping out of the shower, wrapped in a dark blue towel around his waist. Sawyer stands looking at himself in the mirror. Taking a good long look at the man who looks back at him, all those books he reads, they've taught him a few things. Things about people. About getting what you want. Maybe that's why he was doing this...
Finding his brush, he combs back his shoulder length dirty blonde hair, slicking it behind his ears as he steps into his bedroom. Finding his phone, he opens it to see a text from his niece. How cute...
*Hey you, all packed and ready for our trip in the morning?*
Text fills his box before pressing send, setting down his phone Sawyer awaits a response from his niece. The pair have a fun little getaway planned, just the two of them.
Sawyer looked around his house, quiet, dark, lonely. Ever since his wife left, Sawyer's early 40s have been lonely. Many men would have found answers in the bottom of a bottle, not him. He filled his time with a stack of books pilled beside his bed, beside his chair, beside his couch, and even in the kitchen. Helps him think, he tells others.
Having spent the past 23 years working in warehousing, his days are long. Wake up at 6, work from 7 to 7, gym until 9. Rinse and repeat. While he's only scheduled to work 3 or 4 days a week alternating, he always finds himself clocked in 4 or 5 days anyways.
Stepping out of the shower, wrapped in a dark blue towel around his waist. Sawyer stands looking at himself in the mirror. Taking a good long look at the man who looks back at him, all those books he reads, they've taught him a few things. Things about people. About getting what you want. Maybe that's why he was doing this...
Finding his brush, he combs back his shoulder length dirty blonde hair, slicking it behind his ears as he steps into his bedroom. Finding his phone, he opens it to see a text from his niece. How cute...