The clock radio turned itself on, a sound Max had come to despise. It was 7:15 am, the start of another day. Max wanted to get more sleep, perhaps another four or five ... months.
He dragged himself out of bed, walked into the kitchen and started up his coffee machine. He also prepared a pair of waffles and a few pieces of bacon.
When he read the paper, he had an inkling to check out the horoscopes. While they wern't something he'd normally read, something in the back of his mind told him to on this day.
His coffee was finished. After pouring it into a cup along with cream and sugar, Max sat back down and started reading as he ate his food.
"Hmmm, expect to see a window into another opportunity in the near future," Max said.
What was this Max wondered. Was he going to find another job? He wasen't actively looking.
When he'd finished breakfast, he went into the bathroom to take care of business, shave and brush his teeth before getting dressed for work.
When he looked into the mirror while brushing his teeth, he saw something that both fascinated and scared the hell out of him.