[ WP ] A man with a fetish for mundane events has an average day

Tom awakes to an alarm blaring the regular trashy pop at 5AM in the morning. Unable to fully open his eyes all he can do is feel the pleasurable sensations coursing through his body from the generic pop sound. Everytime the words `` fun'', `` party'', `` yeah'', or autotuned chorus play explosive sparks of pleasure lights up his brain. Slowly but surely Tom goads himself out of bed. Slipping on his worn slippers, the ones with the holes, Tom sheepishly walks to the kitchen. Opening his pantry Tom grabs the one and only box of cereal on the shelves. It's stale frosted corn flakes. `` Yeess'' he says to him in a breathy voice. Grabbing the milk from the fridge he makes himself a bowl of cereal. With unshakable ambition Tom takes a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. All of a sudden his legs buckle from the bland flavor of the cereal. `` Oh God, soggy flakes and cold milk, unfff'' He mutters in his head as the feeling of a foodgasm washes down his body from head to toe. 
 
 After breakfast Tom makes his way into bathroom carrying a generic nondescript towel. The fact that the towel is completely nondescript with nothing interesting or noteworthy to say about it makes Tom turned on. Hopping into the shower and turning the shower knob Tom is instantly doused with water. The change in temperature from cold to hot almost made him lose his mind. 
 
 After showering Tom stands in front of the bathroom counter grabbing his toothbrush and the toothpaste getting ready to brush his teeth. At first however he looks at his reflection. Absolutely dull and boring just the way he likes it. Putting on a fingertip amount of toothpaste on the toothbrush Tom goes to town thoroughly brushing his teeth. He makes sure to brush the insides of his mouth including his tongue and to brush in a circular motion for exactly two minutes. The minty taste of the toothpaste is sending Tom's brain into a pulsating beacon of pleasure. finishing up, he rinses and washes his face. 
 Walking into his room he goes through his closet to pick out clothes for the day. He picks out a white shirt and blue jeans the same as yesterday, and yesterday's yesterday. In fact it's been the same since christmas where he wore an ugly sweater and jeans. `` Awww yeesss, absolutely boring, just the way I like it.'' Tom thinks to himself feeling mundane and ecstatic. 
 
 `` It's time to go to school now'' He says to no one in a giddy voice expecting nothing but the same day as yesterday which was Tuesday. He walks out the door and comes back 9 hours later at 2PM. `` How was school sweetie?'' his mother asks him. `` Boring!'' He energetically yells and right on cue his mother gives him a weird look quietly asking herself what's wrong with her son. His mother, a former biker adventurer punk rock singer is constantly and always worried at why her son has everyday the same as the previous day for the last few years. As long as he does n't hurt himself she's okay with it. 
 Content with how his day has been Tom goes upstairs to his room and sits in front of his computer redditing for the rest of the day until 12AM which is when he goes to sleep. 
 
 Checking his clock and seeing that the time is 11:50PM Tom does the usual before bed ritual which is just brushing his teeth, but at night. Once he's in bed Tom contemplates his day. `` Mundane'' whispers to himself as he closes his eyes and starts to dream of how mundane the next day will be.
