Finn woke up sluggishly, his heavy eyelids struggling to open, as the piercing sound of the alarm clock shattered the peaceful morning silence. He groggily lifted his head, disoriented, wondering why the alarm was blaring in the first place. That clock had always been more of a decorative piece, a fancy gadget he'd never really used. He couldn't recall the last time he'd set it, maybe twice since buying it on a whim years ago.
Groggily, he reached out to silence the annoying beep, but his hand swiped empty air. Confusion dawned on him - someone had moved the clock from its usual spot, just out of his reach. A sly smile spread across his face as he thought of the culprit.
"Anna, you little demon" he muttered, chuckling, as he tossed off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His morning sleep was now officially ruined; the alarm's incessant buzzing had shattered any hope of drifting back to dreamland.
With a resigned sigh, Finn stood up, stretching his muscular frame, and began to make his way to the alarm clock which was taunting him from the dresser across the room.
As Finn silenced the alarm, he gazed out the window, expecting the warm glow of sunlight. Instead, darkness and gloominess shrouded the world outside. The sky seemed to cling to the last remnants of night, reluctant to surrender to the day.The darkness outside seemed to seep into his room making his mood look cheerful by comparison.
"Ugh, what fresh hell is this?" he muttered while stumbling towards the cold tiles of the bathroom.
As he flipped the light switch, the fluorescent bulb above the sink flickered to life, casting an unforgiving glare.
"Monday, please don't be you," Finn pleaded, his voice laced with desperation.
But fate had other plans.
His feet flew out from under him on the slippery tile floor, and Finns arms flailed wildly, grasping for anything to break his fall. Unfortunately, the only thing within reach was the shower curtain, which he clutched desperately , ripping it off its hooks and landing with a thud.
"Ow...just...ow," he groaned.
The sound echoed through the bathroom as he scrambled to his feet, rubbing his sore tailbone.
And like a finishing blow the calendar on the wall seemed to mock him, its bold, red "Monday" staring back like a cruel joke.
Finn shook his head, chuckling.
"Yep, definitely a Monday."
He surveyed the damage: shattered shower curtain, dented toilet paper holder, and a bruised ego.
"Well Anna, at least I'm awake now."
With a resigned sigh, Finn began to brush his teeth, his mind already racing with the day's impending doom.
"Today's agenda: survive."
Seems impossible tho, because what kind of a day starts like this.
But it seemed like surviving was nowhere on his Monday schedule.
Finn stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed after a nice warm morning rinse. However, his sense of renewal was short-lived, as he soon realized he was facing a critical situation: not a single clean school uniform was to be found in his expansive dressing room. The gravity of this crisis wasn't lost on him,but despite knowing his father's relationship with the school would shield him from disciplinary action. He still would try to avoid the humiliation of dressing improperly to school, in all that has happened to him Finn aim to maintain his fashion dignity.
Panic began to set in as Finn meticulously searched every inch of his dressing room, scouring through rows of impeccably tailored suits and elegant dresses.A clean uniform, however, remained stubbornly elusive. He checked every drawers, but to no avail.
Just as Finn was on the verge of conceding defeat, a discreet knock at the door heralded the arrival of Jenkins, the family butler. Finn's eyes lit up with hope as Jenkins the family butler entered, carrying a crisply ironed uniform on a velvet hanger.
"Good morning, Master Finn," Jenkins announced with his signature formality, "I've brought your uniform, freshly laundered and pressed. Your sister anticipated your, ahem, predicament and requested I deliver it to you."
Finn's relief was palpable. "Thanks, Jenkins you just saved me from humiliation"
Jenkins's expression remained stoic, but a hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "It's all part of my duties, Master Finn. Though I must say, your sister's foresight is commendable. Shall I assist you in getting dressed?"
Finn chuckled, grasping the uniform. "I think I can manage, Jenkins. But thanks for the offer - and vote of confidence."