Twenty
“I never understood how he could live in such a mess.” — Francesca BoyleIsaac came fully awake at 6:00am, just as the daylight started to lighten his bedroom. As soon as he became conscious, he was immediately anxious to push on with what he wanted to do today, and was impatient for 8:00am to come around so that he could get started.
He threw the bed covers back, swivelled out of bed, and strode naked into the en-suite bathroom. He emerged 15 minutes later — showered and shaved — pulled some clean underwear and a shirt from the wardrobe, retrieved his Levis and Reeboks from the pile of yesterday’s discarded clothing, got dressed, and headed out to the kitchen.
Isaac prepared his breakfast on auto-pilot — toast, muesli, plunger coffee — powering up the laptop on the breakfast bar
