I shove my mobile in my leather pants, my eyes don't need to look at my bedroom, it is perfectly aligned and everything in its place as it should be.

My bedroom is designed for me, everything is placed in a specific place, including the only Parker pen that stands in a silver cup by my study desk which is four feet away from my bedroom door.

The steps that lead me to downstairs are behind me before fifty seconds have gone. I grab my cut by the jacket hooks lining the front wall ...