A sudden, intense, droning ended the solemn silence in the apartment.

With a grunt of anger and disdain, a man’s hand emerges and silences it.

With a large sigh and dread in his eyes, he fully emerges from the covers;

Placing his feet on the cold hard ground and stretching his aching back.

Before continuing monotonous daily routine he checks the time.

6:45

 

With slow, zombie-like movements, he finally reaches the unlit kitchen.

He reaches for the light switch, blinding himself with the sudden blast of illumination.

Whilst rubbing his eyes, he grabs a cup from a nearby pantry to pour his morning coffee.

He gazed out onto the stormy, hazy city skyline and let out a tremendous sigh.

“Great rain, just what I needed” he said.

7:05

 

Returning to the unlit bedroom, he makes his way towards the master bath.

Silently closing the door, he undresses and begins to run a shower.

He pulls back the dingy curtains and feels a sharp tingle shoot up his spine.

“Hot water’s out again” he mumbles agitatedly.

The chilling water continues to barrage him until he is finally finished.

7:15

 

Chilled to the bone, he grabs his towel and leaves the master bath.

In the cover of darkness, the man redresses and sits on the bed to tie his shoes.

A woman’s voice breaks the silence, “you’re running late.”   

The man lets out a soft chuckle, “yeah it’s been a slow morning.”

The woman emerges from the covers and begins her routine.

7:20

 

The woman opens the drapes, permitting sunlight to enter the once unlit bedroom.

“Wow looks like we have great weather today”, she said gazing out at the sunrise.

“You finish getting ready and I’ll make you your lunch for today” she commanded.

As she left the bedroom, the man could see every light in the apartment turn on;

as if she illuminated the halls with every step.

7:25

 

Once dressed, the man entered the kitchen and gazed out at the now illuminated skyline.

“Wonder where the rain went”, he pondered.

His gaze then turned to his wife behind the counter.

With lunch bag in hand, she filled it with various snacks and of course a BLT; his favorite.

Whilst sipping his last cup of coffee, he checked his watch.

7:30

 

With a hug and kiss from his wife and his briefcase and lunch bag in tow;

the man finally ventures out to catch his morning train.

Whilst walking to the station the man recounts his rough early morning.

But with one final thought his disposition changes to rival that of the beautiful day ahead.

“Today is going to be a good day.”

7:45