Friday, March 4, 2011

Any Other Day

Oh god, what is it today? Hopefully the strip club down the street blew up. From here, everything sounds like the world’s end. No windows, underground; sadly I survived today’s apocalypse. It was probably nothing. The pipes and inhabitants of this building can easily be the explanation for today’s noise. Looking around my shabby apartment, as I do every morning, I go on with the morning ritual. Inhale with a stretch, turn right, three steps, then left towards the bathroom, turn the faucet, wait for the water to fill my hands... All I feel is still air. Finally I look down, seeing my hands still empty. The shower isn’t working either. Nothing is out of the ordinary yet. Bread, butter, tomato, olive oil, prosciutto; starting my day off with taste. My Italian blood is soothed with mix of fresh flavours. Mama Lee’s never lets me down. Throwing on my clothes I realise this morning’s noise was fifteen minutes later than my usual biological clock would bring me to life. The bus leaves in three minutes.

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