It was a bright day but his demeanor was opposite. He had the weirdest dream and what was most annoying was that the more he tried to recall it, the more he forgot. But he was sure, it had something to do with the lady Russel shot and the man he put a bullet in his head the day before yesterday. He opened his window and peered through the window. The amount of breeze that filled his room was enormous, the trees waved their branches accordingly.
It was past 8am, no matter how early he slept, he always woke up late. Whoever said early to bed, early to rise must have never met him. He opened his laptop and remembered the email. He checked through his spam and the primary inbox. He was rather disappointed in the universities he applied for rather than himself. He got offers from only Ashville
