This is only a dream.

It was so dim, such a flicker, like constant scratching with the works of a buzzing fly, and it felt depressing. The light set a tone in the elevator, giving it a bad and creepy mood, one Donovan could go without for a change. Life sucked as it already was. A poor journalist working for an unnoticed newspaper, owned a flat that could much rather be considered a cheap hotel room in a cheaper hotel building, socially awkward which leads him into being an introvert. This was the life of Donovan Harper. It was neither exciting nor anguish; just life of a pitiful person.