Wednesday, March 17
Me? Before the garbage collector arrives, so that's around 6AM.
Then, I'll have my cup of coffee, slowly. My mind is sifting through the string of events I have to do for the day. There is a promise of greatness: on this day, the potential of the universe will show itself and that only my sense of presence needs to make it happen. A glorious sun is rising somewhere, ready to shine on another day spent in earnest search for the fountain of knowledge. Then I finish one stick.
I turn my water heater on. I go back beside the bed, once again, to pick my bath towel, about to shower. Chances are, I'd spare a minute or two, sitting by the edge of the bed, softly enjoying the thin sounds of early morning I can hear from the outside. Then, of course.
The next thing I know, it's half past 10. No shower happens, the glorious rising sun is a big, blinding light on top of my swollen head, and the promise of a great day crumbles before it even reaches noon. Haha... Story of my life, folks!
Anyway, the photos above were taken like 2 months ago, in that one rare day I was able to resist the temptation of the bed after 6AM. This is part of a series of stuff I see on my way to school.
Below is the seductress, the bed.