It was a new morning in Alex life, one that took too long to come. Literally and figuratively. Not that he was stopped in time or that he was just now waking up from a comatose state in the hospital.

He was finally turning a new leaf and the first few steps in overcoming his 'own world' and walking into the 'real world' were literally to wake up early and do a walk basking in sunlight, which didn't enter his room through the closed window.

Alex had a close encounter with death, not in the normal way you might expect, but he was, for all intents and purposes, dead inside.

It all began with his first few failures in life. Comparing himself with everyone else Alex began to notice that all that he WAS was not enough to compare to anyone else.

He dropped out of college, multiple times; lost his job for his poor attendance, waking up late or without motivation to even leave his bed; broke up more relationships than he can remember, even though he did not cheat or fooled around just for the sake of it.

He was a failure and he knew it. His psychologist told him it was depression at first, but soon they both noticed that this pattern has been repeating even before he was depressed.

Then it became clear. Something inside him was broken from the start. He didn't have 'that' thing that everyone needs to have to function. He didn't have drive, motivation or will to fight through the difficult times when a problem arose.

It took him years of his life, but at last, he figured it out. His psychiatrist prescribed medicine that would, trough time, reshape his will. Well, He would reshape his own will, but the medicine will make him do that by allowing Alex not to fall on his own death traps and thoughts of failure that constantly arose in his mind.

He was going to overcome his own issues, resume his drawings, get back with a band or play instruments for fun... He even decided to try and get his driver license that he never had the desire to.

This was a new leaf and he was going to start is with his right foot.

'Wake up, brush my teeth, a light breakfast and a walk in the park. Well, I might need my cigarets, won't be quitting those for now... Might think about that after I get my shit together'

The sun in the spring, with the chill in the morning, was perfect to take a sip of his coffee. He felt warm. He felt right, for once in a long time. The cigarette in his right hand with the cup in his left. Managing those and his cellphone was like juggling in the circus. He lost count of how many times he either dropped his phone, dropped his cigar or had coffee splash on his feet.

'Well,' he thought after seeing the box with only five little cylinders left falling in the pavement 'at least didn't burn me today'

He was feeling lucky, and as luck would have, it was not meant to be.

Crouching carefully and making sure that he didn't spill his drink, Alex couldn't notice that the truck doing maintenance on the electric wires in front of his house was speeding up backwards. The breaks had come loose after so many years without repair.

Later the management figured that the staff at the time were all looking at a cute cat video on their phone and didn't even notice poor Alex being crushed by tons of equipment and, well, a big truck.

They were fired, of course. Alex's parents were reimbursed. The whole thing became viral as the statement of one of the poor guys doing maintenance spilled that they were watching XXX video on loltube and the local papers, minor as they are, reported: "Death by Viral Video" on the front pages of the magazine.

Of course, none of that mattered to Alex. He was gone, and would never know about that. Or so that would have been.