Monday morning -

The alarm quietly beeps waking Blaine up. 6:00am. Blaine stares at the white ceiling before rolling out of bed. He presses the button and the alarm stops. Blaine immediately turns around and makes his bed.

Then he walks to the bathroom. Use the toilet. Brush teeth. Take shower. Comb product through hair. Get dressed. Pale tan button up shirt. Darker tan slacks. Socks. Belt. Shoes.

Eat breakfast. Oatmeal.

Leave for work.

Blaine passes his neighbor Mercedes in the hallway.

“Good morning Blaine!” She says cheerfully. 

“Good morning Mercedes.” Blaine smiles and continues downstairs.

Wait at the shuttle stop. Trent is there like every morning. 

“Good morning Trent.” Blaine says. 

Trent looks up from the papers he is going over. “Blaine. How are you today?”

“I'm doing well. And yourself?”

“I'm doing well.”

The Green Shuttle comes and goes. The Blue Shuttle, that's Blaine's and Trent's, it takes them straight to the doors of World Government Central where they work downtown in Principle City.


Tuesday Morning -
 
*Beep. Beep.* 6:00am. Blaine opens his eyes and sighs a little before getting out of bed. He turns around and makes the bed and then heads to the bathroom, humming a little tune under his breath.

Use the toilet. Brush teeth. Take shower. He likes to hum melodies and make up words to go along with them while he showers. Something he'd never admit to anyone. He never heard of anyone else doing such a thing. 

Comb product through hair. His curls are always a mess.

Get dressed. Pale tan button up shirt. Darker tan slacks. Socks. Belt. Shoes. Why tan? Blaine wonders. Why always tan?

Eat breakfast. Oatmeal. Blaine actually doesn't mind oatmeal.

Leave for work. Blaine passes Mercedes as he hums walking down the hallway.

“Good morning Blaine!” She says cheerful as always. “What's that you're humming?”

Blaine didn't even realize he was doing that out loud, he blushes before answering, “Nothing. It's nothing. I just... I just hum sometimes.”

Mercedes laughs, it sounds like a melody to Blaine. “I like it." She says. "You should do that more often.”

Blaine smiles, if he were ever to tell someone that he also sometimes makes up songs it might be Mercedes.

Blaine waits at the shuttle, admiring the beautiful blue sky and the immaculate green yards. There is so much color in nature, Blaine looks down at his tan outfit and around at the gray buildings everyone he knows lives in. Why don't humans use more color? 

Trent walks up, looking at some papers from work.

“Good morning Trent.” Blaine says. “The sky is beautiful today. Don't you think?”

Trent looks at him in confusion before glancing at the sky like he's never noticed it was there before. “Huh.” He says and then turns to Blaine. “Blaine. How are you today?”

Blaine sighs, “I'm doing well. And yourself?”

“I'm doing well.”

The Green Shuttle comes and goes.

The Blue Shuttle, Blaine gets on board and goes to work.

Wednesday Morning-

The alarm beeps. It is 6:00am. Blaine gets out of bed and begins the routine.

Everyday is always the same. Doesn't it bother anyone else?