He was once again happy. He did nothing eccentric to tell the truth. But he just felt a better being.
He woke up at 9:30, when his celphone vexing alarm disturbed his sleep. It was saturday, although, he felt obligated to go to the gym since he skipped classes all week long. He snuggled with Mario's champion, but in the end, he lost the final battle against his consiousness, and walked with his sloth like body.
When he finally accomplished the hardous task, he demanded himself why did he do that. Too late to return to negligence. He slipped out of his room, and ingressed into the bathroom. He peed, although discombobulated with the flashes of light that vainly tried to penetrate his shut eyelid causing lack of aim. He cussed. Got some toillet paper and cleaned his mess. When he finished, he washed his hands and in brushed his teeths in sequence. He returned to the jungle. He found his way through the canopy of coats, the stench comming of his used underwears and socks constupated his nostrills, but the salvation arrived with the swing of the window.
The illumination dispersed into the room, finally ending the endless obscurity.