Lexhood/ThreeDays

"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock."

The clock kept ticking. It was 4:29AM on a Monday. Garfield Wiggins lay in his bed, tossing and turning. He never slept peacefully. Not since the day Stephanie walked out on him. Her visage haunted him in his dreams; and while awake, he constantly wondered how different things could have been had he made the right choices.

As the clock turned 4:30, it rang out in an ear-piercingly shrill alarm; a wicked clarion call, replacing the orderliness of the ticking with an agonizing din.

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING"

Garfield sighed peacefully as he opened his eyes. He slammed his fist on the clock, halting the infernal alarm. One would assume that Garfield disliked the alarm; after all, it is such a grotesque sound. A vile, piercing cacophony of noise that would drive any man to madness. Yet to Garfield, such a sound was like music to him. A reflection of the disorder within his mind; after all, it was within such chaos and noise that Garfield felt most at peace. It was the silence that he did not like.

Garfield, dressed only in his finest boxer shorts, slid from his covers and shuffled over to his wardrobe, stepping over his curated assortments of magical curio, scientific knick-knacks, and unwashed clothing in the process. He picked a white shirt and khakis. While at home, Garfield prefers to dress in a more eclectic manner. The dress code at Noxcorp was one he followed begrudgingly.