All night long Alex kept turning, twisting in his bed cursing everyone and everybody responsible for his lack of sleep. But deep down he knows it was nobody's fault but his, all these late-night shenanigans have resulted in his brain being non-responsive all day, he was getting bored of the life, the same old routine, getting tired of seeing nameless countless women day after day.
What is about this life that people find so calming, what is about finding the certain someone that is home, where is the peace, the quiet that everyone seems to be finding, he desperately needs it or else he doesn't know how he would cope?
The problem is with him that he is aware of, but how does he find a solution? Where does he look for answers? To whom should he go? Throwing away the covers he got out of bed and trudged towards the bathroom, maybe a cold shower is all he need to loosen the knots in his muscles.
