Today I had two mornings. I got up
early and left the house in an ambitious attempt to finish my remaining piece.
I went to a small coffee shop close to my place that I have never been to
before. Terrible fail, the place looked tasteless and the coffee went well with
that. What pushed me over the edge though, was the two spoiled ladies complaining
about their spoiled kids who complain about all the things they get in exchange
for being professional brats out of control.
After an hour I gave up. I let out
an invisible sigh, thinking what the fuck am I doing here. Quickly I decided to
start my day over and went back home. I put my bag down, distorted my hair and
went back to bed for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of peaceful pre-noon
silence. Eyes closed I counted the seconds and lost track at about seventeen.
Soon my time was up and I heave my sore body into an upright position again. Then
I slapped myself in the face twice and got up.
Time to restart my day. I wash up, get dressed and iron my hair as if I had just gotten up after a long night's sleep. For some reason my bag is already packed, so I pick it up and leave the house. At the door I decide to take my bike and ride to Mama's Café not too far away from where I live. A perfect breeze is brushing against my sleepy face and I enjoy the sun reflected in the streets. Motorcycles yell at me, taxi drivers give me the finger and I couldn't care less. It's a new day.
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