M woke up blearily as he stared at the ceiling above him. It was Monday and his mum came to wake him up, to which he was surprised since she should have been at work by then.

"Don't you have to go to work already?" she said as he blinked in confusion.

"Wait what time is it?" he groaned as he fumbled for his mobile phone, something he has used as a replacement for a proper watch since his last wrist watch decided to expire on him. It read 10:03 am.

M shot up immediately, realizing he overslept and growled at the mobile phone, which stayed silent and had stayed silent the whole morning. "Damn alarm didn't ring! I must have forgot to set it." He got out of his bed grumpily as he began the task of facing the day every working adult dreads. Work he thought, is such a drag.

Only thing to look forward to that day was the bi-annual promotion at a sushi restaurant franchise. Sure it was the franchise's way of 'getting rid of stock', but when one prefers the cooked/smoked sushi over the raw ones, it really doesn't matter all that much.

Work was as expected, a drag. The dreadful Monday blues as the entirety of the working population worldwide calls it, is a psychological effect that doesn't dissipate despite knowing about it. Regardless, M motivated himself by thinking of how he'll soon be able to sit on his comfy new chair in his computer room while attempting to bring his 'to be completed' games list down by a number.

Day wasn't too bad, at least there's a stack load of games waiting at home.