Heart of a Man, Body of a Merman
Phillip rose out of bed to turn his alarm clock off. He kept it on the other side of the room, as he had a habit to hit the snooze button too many times. After hitting the ‘off’ button, Phillip reached up to rub at his eyes. He didn’t sleep well last night, all in all, probably only getting four hours of sleep. He brought his arms over his head and stretched them back slightly, working out the kinks in his muscles. He rolled his neck at the same time causing a loud crack to echo in the room. He let out a satisfied grunt as he brought his arms back down to his sides. He walked down the short hallway; the walls were bare except for an unidentified stain left by the past tenants. …