“Where is that light coming from?” He hardly opened his eyes trying to adapt to this light ray that hit his face forcing him to wake up, he can’t sleep in light, that’s why God created night, the daily almost dozen hours when the sun hides from us giving space for every living creature to catch his breath. And that’s why he never leaves the curtains opened, but he must have forgotten that last night.
He gathered himself and took his first step towards his new day, checked his phone, still 6:30 in the morning that really must be the first ray of the sun and it kindly choose him. Work, Work, Work, if only life had less responsibilities and more space for enjoying it, unfortunately that’s not the case. The morning rituals, he has forced himself to be a man of habit, all those who succeeded in life were, and for him it wasn’t at all easy, forcing yourself to do the same thing over and over and over again, as lame as it may sound but it worked for him, his whole life changed, turning to that punctual man whose time schedule is as organized as the gears movement inside his golden watch.
With his cup of coffee his cigarette and Chopin in the background, checking his email in the terrace watching the sun starting its journey as he gets ready for his as well, feeling the morning breeze, that was his way of starting his day.
If only he knew it was his last.
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