Draymond woke up abruptly. He sat on his bed and reached for the glass of water on his bedside table. It was another typical morning, haunted by a nightmare. He drank the water quickly to soothe his dry throat.
Draymond finished the water and carefully put the glass back on the bedside table, just as before he picked it up. He rolled out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and gently rubbed them on the plush white carpet. After tidying up his bed, he headed to the bathroom to take a bath.
Draymond changed out of his sleepwear and set the water temperature to ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit. Turning the knob, he let the warm water embrace his body. About an hour later, he dampened his hair and went to his closet for his morning routine. Draymond, dressed in a finely tailored suit, added an expensive necktie, wore a high-end watch, and laced up his shoes. After a quick check in the mirror, he completed his grooming with three spritzes of his men's perfume.