Awakening from a dream, the first his senses to be tantalized was smell. The familiar smells of a morning breakfast, ushering him into consciousness, preparing him for a day of education. Daniel slid off his king-sized futon that was on the wooden floors of his bed room. A yawn forced its way between his lips and his body extended out as satisfying pops ran down his spine. Looking around the room, Daniel notices that Jackson had already been in. A freshly pressed stack of clothes lay at on his dresser, his outfit for the day, his old pile of clothes had been cleaned off the floor and a post it on his mirror read:

Unable to resist a smile at Jackson’s jest, Daniel peels off the post it, balling it up and throwing it towards the waste basket. With a satisfying crackle, the ball falls in perfectly. Daniel glanced at his phone by his bedside, the little notification light blinking in a flurry of colors. He takes it in his hand, unlocking it with a flick of his finger. He scrolls through his text messages, his latest bird having sent him a flurry of substance-less messages. His finger pauses mid-scroll, stopping at the latest picture sent through to him. His smiling face only stretches even more, not bad.

Having money sure had its perks. Might not always attract the smartest girls, but it sure helped him slip right into the messages of the fittest girls at Horace Mann, the Harvard of the Bronx private school scene. His finger flitters across the screen a few more times, saving the picture into a folder filled with pixels of other attractive girls he’s come across so far.

Daniel glances over to the TV mounted onto his far wall, speaking a few commands to his gaming system to turn it on. An image of two men clad in wrestling gear flickers on, a bigger greasy haired man powerbombing an equally large but messier looking man. The excited commentary of Jim Ross filters through the speakers, filling up the room. The desire coming over Daniel’s expression is obvious, the dreamy look of a teenager familiar to anyone who’s experienced it themselves. He glances down back to his phone, reading through the other messages that’d flown in.

Light. Prying his eyelids open, Daniel see’s the looming figure of Jackson, looking down at him with a bemused expression. Blinking a couple times, Daniel reaches to the back of his head, feeling the beginnings of a swell starting to form where he must have hit his head on the floor. Jackson shakes his head, cradling Daniel’s in his lap. In his hands, held in front of Daniel’s nose is a pack of smelling salts, most likely Daniel’s resuscitator.

Jackson holds up the phone to Daniel, an email displayed on the screen, presumably the last thing Daniel read before he lost consciousness.

Jackson lets Daniel’s head slip off his lap, a thud signaling it having hit the wooden floor.

Danny bends his knees towards his torso, inhaling deeply before kipping up onto his feet. He punches the air childishly, rushing to get his clothes on before stumbling down the stairs for breakfast.

The screen flickers on to a familiar image of a smiling Danny Imperial. Seated on a plump red leather armchair, clad in a doctors white coat that’s too small for him, a stethoscope around his neck and a tray of medical tools on his lap, Danny can’t control his giggles. Seemingly completely naked underneath, Danny stands in stark contrast with Jackson Turi, his long-time butler, who’s dressed in a baby blue suit, crisp and perfectly fitted to his large frame. Jackson stands close to Danny’s right shoulder, staring into the screen, expressionless.

As if on cue, you hear a little ripping noise as the arms start to tear at the seams.

Danny smacks his lips, flashing his canines once. An obvious twitch comes upon his left eye as his hands claw into the arm rest of the chair, he tries to push himself to his feet but a firm hand from Jackson holds him down.

The tray on his lap jiggles slightly, shifting up and down a little.

Danny taps the side of his temple twice, a devilish smile coming across it.

Danny smacks his palms together, twisting them and simulating squishing a bug.