Olev woke up in a daze, to the blearing sound of the alarm clock on his night stand. He was confused, looking around as if not recognizing where he was. It took him a couple minutes but eventually, he figured out that he was in his bed, and it was Monday, the worst day. He hated Mondays, they always seemed so... dull.

Olev looked at the alarm clock, trying to figure out why he had to wake up at 6 AM. Suddenly he remembered that he had a new job to go to, it was his first day at work. He jumped out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom to complete his daily tasks. He brushed his teeth. He went to the bathroom. And finally, he took a shower.

He got out of the shower, towel tied around his waist and donned the outfit he picked out especially for his first day and headed off to the kitchen. Olev had a routine, he always picked out his outfit for the next day, he always took a shower after going to the bathroom and most importantly of all, he always had black coffee and no breakfast. It was a simple routine, but it was his routine. And it made him feel good to have an order to things.

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Olev finished up his coffee, picked up his keys, wallet and phone and headed out. He didn't own a car, so he had to use the train to get to his new job; the main reason he had to wake up so early.

He started walking to the nearest train stop, only a block from his home. While walking he noticed the strange scarcity of traffic that morning. Must be a holiday, he thought. When he got near the train station, he hadn't seen a single vehicle driving past him the entire morning, so he didn't really think to look both ways before crossing.

Suddenly, a truck that should've stopped to give Olev way drove right into him while he was crossing the road.

And then he fuckin' died, LMAO.