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Spencer woke up to the sound of his alarm that he had set two hours ago. His bed was full of papers scattered on the sheets, Some crumpled while others tore into small bits. The files at the foot of his bed were on the verge of falling. A black cup had rolled onto the floor and had left a trail of the tea on the usually clean floor. 

Spencer blinked a few times to adjust his sight. The sun wasn't out yet, he slowly sat up and stretched inside the bed before putting his legs out of the blanket and onto the icy cold marble floor. His toes twitched when the sudden cold touched the skin that made him open his eyes completely.