The alarm was beeping loudly, pulling Gerald Mackes back into the awoken world. He reached over and pushed the button to turn off the alarm. Sitting up in his full-sized bed, he scrubbed at his face, the stubble on his chin scratching his hands.
What a horrible night, he thought. Those nightmares I had were terrifying. There was pain and suffering on such a scale I can barely comprehend it.
Shaking his head, Gerald stepped out of bed. He showered, shaved, and dressed in his typical black slacks, black henley, gray socks and scuffed up steel-toed work boots. He looked at himself in the mirror above his dresser when he was done. He neatly combed his short, thick black hair, making sure to do up his imitation Elvis wave with his bangs. His green eyes stared back at him, dulled but hiding an intelligent and creative young mind.
Once done, he headed downstairs to the kitchen and served himself a bowl of raisin bran. As he ate, his father and mother walked into the kitchen and began to busy themselves with their own breakfasts. Shortly after, his 18 year old younger sister skipped in, a bright smile on her face. |