Colour drip-fed into the day, his consciousness' resolution shifting from soft monochrome to gentle pastels as the sun rose unseen in the distance. Birds cawed, the white-noise of tyre on tarmac filling in as an accompaniment to Nature's day-shift. Friday began.
It wasn't a day notable for anything other than what it was. There were no events unique to that day but it was still a day he'd set apart as being the first of his new era. Day One. A dawning of sorts. And a new beginning to what he hoped would be a life less ordinary.
(Newly awoken at 4:30am)