It was 5:30 a.m. Monday morning. Brayden blinked open his eyes and took a deep breath that became a long yawn. He was still tired from not sleeping the night before, but his body always woke up at the same time every day no matter how much sleep he got.
Brayden sat at the side of his bed in a pair of black boxer briefs looking like a god about to shoot the best underwear ad ever made. The alarm on his bedside table went off and he sighed deeply. It was time.
He went into a shared dresser and pulled out a pair of Brooks carbonite reflective black socks and black tights with a bright neon yellow from his mid calf down. He put on a pair of Lululemon black running shorts and a long sleeve vented charcoal colored shirt.
