Writing: Moment in Time - Morning

He slowly untangles himself from the bedsheets, stealing a glance through sleep coated eyes at the clock. His bare feet touch the cold hardwood floor, a stretch rocks his body as he yawns. Standing up, he stumbles to the bathroom, his clothes hitting the floor during the walk. The hiss of water fills the quiet flat, quickly followed by the sound of 80's at 8 on his favorite morning radio station. He steps in the shower and feels instantly revitalized. After a short while, the hiss stops and he steps out, dripping water on the bathmat. Drying off, he thinks about what he has to do today. A smile lights his face as his favorite song hits the radio. Combing his fair and brushing his teeth to the sweet sound of Journey, he sings in his normal off-key way. He doesn't care, he just loves to sing. Tossing on a pair of jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and his Converse shoes, he snatches his wallet and keys and heads out the door.

He walks down the sidewalk, waving to his neighbors sitting on their porch sipping at their usual expensive coffee's they get shipped from all over the world. Their dog comes out for a quick pet and scampers around him, wanting him to play. He throws a stick into the yard and the Collie leaps into action, running with everything his 8 year old body can muster. He smiles, waves again, and keeps walking, turning into a florist's stand after a while. He buys a number of random flowers and chats with the young lady who owns the stand. He buys her a single rose, smiles, and walks away, leaving her slightly swooning. Flowers in hand, his next stop is a small bakery on the corner, where he buys a dozen danishes and talks sports with the surly, not to him surely, owner of the neighborhood bakery. A quick wave with the flowers to the patrons, and out the door he goes again.

He takes the steps to the building two at a time, grabbing the polished brass handle of the door and holding it open for two elderly women who he offers a danish to, smiling at them in a way that takes them back to they days they courted when they were young girls. They laugh and compliment him and his chivalry while he smiles and wishes them a great day before stepping through the door. He gets into the elevator, hitting the button and nods his head in tune with the music playing inside. He goes up and gets out, walking with confidence born out of sheer bravado. He stops before the door and hesitates only briefly before knocking in a hypnotic pattern. The door opens and he smiles at her, knowing that she never expected him to show after the fight they had a week ago. Her smile is like a drug to him as he drinks it all in. He apologizes and gives her the flowers and danish. She smiles, knowing that she almost made the biggest mistake in her life letting him walk out of it. She opens the door a bit more and invites him in. He steps through the door and into her kiss. The door closes behind him, but a door in front of him opens once again.