Graham woke up to the smell of pancakes. He trudged to the bathroom and brushed his teeth before choosing his clothes for the day.

Then he sat on the bed for a few minutes, just generally contemplating life.

The splitting headaches were increasing now.

He looked up at the ceiling wondering how much painkillers would cost.

Probably too much. Just got to suck in the pain.

Graham shuddered in a breath. The texts from previous night unnerved him. He didn't dare touch his phone. He had tried blocking the number already, but the number didn't get blocked.

Whoever this person was, he/she was playing dangerous mind games which he wanted no part in, whatsoever.

He sighed, tiredly. Life was going perfect for him, until then.

What was life without a few obstacles?

He got up to bath just as the first rays of the sun illuminated his pink room, devoid of any posters, giving Graham hope for the new day.