I really hate to think this phrase, but today was just a typical day for me. You know, the type that starts with getting out of bed, heading to the bathroom for a quick wake me up shower. Brushing my teeth, and gargling with mouthwash was included in the morning shower task.

I had an alarm clock, but I never set it, there was no need to do so.

I tend to be a creature of habit. I always have a great cleansing shower before going to bed. It just feels great to go to bed feeling clean and refreshed. By shaving at night, I don't have to worry about having to rush and nick myself in the morning, I could probably even go three days since the whiskers grew ever so slowly, but I would feel lost without my nightly shower shavings. I learned also from an early age, from my mother of course, to lay out my clothes for the next day. Having done all these things, the night before I was set for the start of my day.

I went back into my room to begin to dress. Undershorts, a v-necked white t-shirt, black socks were the unseen items. I had decided to wear a pale blue shirt with my navy-blue suit complemented with a navy necktie that had tiny pink dots. I planned to finish the look with black slip on shoes.

Not only was I a creature of habit, but I was also meticulous regarding my appearance and how I presented myself. I was known in the business world as a straight shooter. What one saw was what one got, and what I said was the truth, regardless of the situation.

Although I did not consider myself to be vain, I did check my look in the full length mirror as part of my morning routine. I stepped up to inspect.

I immediately slumped to the floor, in shock. You see, I was gone, nothing was there to look back at me. I looked over my shoulder. There on the bed lay my body. No rise and fall to the chest, I had died in my sleep. My clothes were laid out in their normal spot. I was nothing.

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