Birthday Boy

Mr. Blackwood sat on a soft plush cushion in his Home office, his gaze locked on the large wall clock as its hands moved slowly upwards. It was the eve of his birthday, a few minutes to twelve noon. Mr. Blackwood in recent years had formed a habit of staying up till the first minute of his birthday, he believed that it was negative to start a new year of your life asleep, he needed to be awake when the clock strikes twelve.

The Home office was spacious and properly furnished, So expensive that a poor man would liken it to vanity. It was a sanctuary for productivity; featuring a custom-made desk, comfortable seating, and high-tech communication systems. The walls were adorned with inspirational quotes and art pieces which seemed to add a touch of personality to the space.

His attention moving slowly off the wall clock to the bookshelf at one end of the building, his thoughts trail off to how lonelier his life had become with every new year, he had learnt to push everyone off since life