Ace woke up the next morning, sprawled on the floor of his painting room.
He rolled, and groaned when his body pressed hard against the paint brush.
Taking a second for the pain to pass, he rose to his feet.
His body staggered when it was fully erect. Looking around, the room began to spin for a few seconds.
After a while it stopped, and he took a step forward.
He didn't bother to check the progress of his painting.
Turning the keys of the door, he opened it, and walked out the room.
He went straight to his own room, and went into the shower.
His shirt came off, and his pants followed. Throwing them through the doors of the bathroom, to the floor of his room, he grabbed the shower head, and turned it on.
Ace returned to his room, feeling alive again. He stepped on his clothes on the ground, on his way to his closet.
After dressing up, he began to search for his phone.
