"Birds of Michigan" part 1

    To Hunter Reed, days like this made the prospect of waking up seem pointless. Today was no exception. Hunter Reed was an average man with an average build and average height. He was a handsome man with short brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin from days spent inside. Hunter stared out the window as he lay in his bed. Outside the window, the sun was hidden behind layers of wispy gray clouds .The snow on the ground looked as heavy cream, whipped in a mixer by the blizzard of the night before. He slowly sat up and looked around the room, empty save for a small side table with an old alarm clock and a lamp.
    Hunter had a very simple life. A life not complicated by love or passion. He kept nothing, worked to achieve nothing, decided to want.... nothing. "If I have nothing and do not try to have more, I will not have anything to lose." Hunter had said to himself so many times, wanting so much to not want so much.
    Hunter stood and walked to the bathroom, turned on the spout and splashed cold water on his face. He looked into the mirror at himself, droplets of chill water running down his cheeks. He stood there, staring at  those cheeks and the water aimlessly trickling down his face. Even the water didn't want to stay. He wondered if anything would ever stay.