Morning Stairs
Morning Stairs I am already out even though it's early. I am wearing yesterday's clothes, but I don't care. I can look pretty later when I have time. Right now, I'm my half woken self with a tender face from the morning wash. That's enough for now. The street is surprising. I mean, surprisingly empty. No one is waiting at the first bus stop I pass by, and only one commuter is at the second. Where are all the cars? Asleep at home with their owners, I imagine. Their humans are still submerged in the land of slumber. The world of work has not yet entered into their consciousness. It stands at bay, ready to crash into the waves of deep sleep. I smile at my state, wakefulness blowing on me as I speed into it on my bike. Ah, I can go as fast as I want! I thought. There's nobody to stop me. The to-wake world had left me with space to start the day. I meet a friend full of sleep for a tea and talk, and then come back home. The foyer smells of stagnant perfume stick...