He slowly opened his eyes and squinted at the sudden flood of orange-yellow light coming through his window. His room faced east so that every morning he would wake up to a room full of sunlight. It was a shame he wasn’t a morning person. His old mattress squeaked under his weight when he rolled over. He looked over at the small, cat shaped clock on the wall. It was stuck in the same position, pointing to five and three. He hadn’t changed the battery. He slowly sat up and grabbed the empty glass next to his bed. His throat felt dry, a sour taste in his mouth. He walked over to his dresser, stepping over empty takeout containers and old T-shirts. He grabbed a plain shirt and pulled it on. It had collected a multitude of ketchup stains since the last time he wore it. It didn't fit him, most of his clothes didn't. They were all too baggy and oversized. His phone vibrates. “Are you ready yet?” It says on its glowing screen. “Almost,” he replied. He walked out into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge, there were lots of notes on the front. Most of them were IOU’s from himself. There was a leftover pizza and a few cans of Mountain Dew left. He closed the fridge and looked in his pantry. It was empty, which he thought was strange. He could have sworn he had a leftover breakfast bar. He checked his pocket and pulled out a squished bar. He left it in the pantry. “I’m ready now,'' he texts. He waits for a moment and there's a reply. “Alright, I’m outside,” it said. He walked over to the door, it was a pecan green, he hadn’t chosen the color. He hesitated, then opened it. He was greeted by a smiling face and a bear hug. He was pulled outside, excited yelling and laughter echoed through the street.