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Be Careful What You Wish For Chpt 1.
Chapter 1:
When Alan woke up, it felt like any other Tuesday. His alarm clock buzzed at 6:30 AM, dragging him out of a dream he couldn't quite remember. The sunlight filtered through his curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. He stretched, yawned, and fumbled for his phone on the nightstand. A quick glance at the screen told him everything was as it should be. Messages from work, a reminder for an afternoon meeting, and the usual weather update—clear skies.
He rolled out of bed, padded to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on his face. In the mirror, his reflection stared back, groggy but familiar. He brushed his teeth, showered, and dressed in his usual attire: a white button-down and slacks. The routine was comforting, like a song he'd memorized long ago.
The house was quiet as he made his way to the kitchen. The coffee machine hummed, filling the air with the rich scent of brewing coffee. Alan grabbed a mug, poured himself a cup, and sat by the window overlooking his quiet suburban street. Everything seemed…still.
No cars passed by. No distant hum of lawnmowers or the early risers jogging with their dogs. The silence was thick, unsettling. But Alan shrugged it...
When Alan woke up, it felt like any other Tuesday. His alarm clock buzzed at 6:30 AM, dragging him out of a dream he couldn't quite remember. The sunlight filtered through his curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. He stretched, yawned, and fumbled for his phone on the nightstand. A quick glance at the screen told him everything was as it should be. Messages from work, a reminder for an afternoon meeting, and the usual weather update—clear skies.
He rolled out of bed, padded to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on his face. In the mirror, his reflection stared back, groggy but familiar. He brushed his teeth, showered, and dressed in his usual attire: a white button-down and slacks. The routine was comforting, like a song he'd memorized long ago.
The house was quiet as he made his way to the kitchen. The coffee machine hummed, filling the air with the rich scent of brewing coffee. Alan grabbed a mug, poured himself a cup, and sat by the window overlooking his quiet suburban street. Everything seemed…still.
No cars passed by. No distant hum of lawnmowers or the early risers jogging with their dogs. The silence was thick, unsettling. But Alan shrugged it...
