#1 Magnificent Morning

When the alarm clock sounded at precisely 7:15, his eyes snapped open.
 In one fluid motion, he hit the ‘Snooze’ button, rolled over and out of bed, his feet sleekly sliding into his slippers as he stood.
Drake Mandible yawned and stretched out his immaculately sculpted biceps, his impeccable pectorals and his incredibly muscular metatarsals. With a practiced ease, he worked loose his retainer using his tongue and expectorated it towards his bedside table, where it bounced off the wall and landed neatly in the glass of water.
Of course he wasn't perfect, although crooked teeth aside, he was still a damn fine physical specimen, and no slouch in the brains department either.

 Crossing over to the curtains, he whipped them open and observed the clear, azure morning sky. “My goodness,” he declared in his rich, honey-smooth, baritone voice, “What a magnificent morning!” And with that, he put on his satin dressing gown and headed downstairs.