E.J.B
A sudden notice of consciousness awakens me as gray streaks of sun pierce my eyes. Good morning New York. Even though I'm still in the same time zone, I can never adjust myself here. I frisk down my covers until I find my phone. 7:08, perfect timing. No new messages or text, well, I guess it's still early. I rise from the heavenly bed and begin to make myself look like the next best-selling author.
