A man in his thirties woke up. It isn't a man who looks in confident into his own future. Groggily he opened his eyes looking at the ceiling. Before him is all blurred. He took his glasses and put them on.
Silently he put on his clothes while he has a morning wood in his underwear. He ignores it. A stranger would tell that his room was smelling badly but he didn't care.
He strolled toward his kitchen, prepared his needed coffee. Rubbing his eyes. His mind was wandering about didactic things. Like always, he wasn't prepared for his teaching. But now he had been for so long a teacher that it seemed it didn't matter. Or maybe just not too much. Teacher were needed. Maybe that was his 'luck'.
In the kitchen he drank his coffee silently. Dreaming about a beautiful woman. His mind were too often filled with those images. Those images annoyed him. He was no prude, but he had made his peace with it. In his lifetime he would never get a girlfried. He was the creepy one that could only use pornos for the satisfaction of his libido.
Aaron would always go at least one hour before the start of the lesson to school. He hated printers. Too often he had bought a printer for himself but they would never work. At school there were tech guys that would maintain and repair those stupid things if needed. There he would do his preparation, if he wanted.