Literature
Without These Emotions
'Another day, another attempt at making the antidote', Klunk thought, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and yawning. He punched the top of his alarm clock, which was beeping annoyingly. Then he fell backwards onto the mattress, stretching his limbs and cracking his back. Boy, did that feel nice. Now then, enough feeling nice. It was time to get dressed and get the day started.
Klunk put on his usual attire, consisting of his black tanktop and brown pants. Because he would be wearing a lab coat, he wouldn't be needing to wear his red cloak, so he kept it sitting on the coat hanger and left the room. He yawned and dragged a hand again