Luka wakes up, yawns and stretches. "God, I hate mornings so much." he said blinking his eyes looking around his room. He walks into his bathroom, wets and dries his hair, brushes his teeth and walks into his room picking up his pants. Another day starts. He thought as he put his pants on. Where did I put my shirt that I was going to use? He thought looking around the room, he finally found it, putting it on. He walks downstairs grabbing a bagel. Then heads out the door.