The dawn sunlight gently took advantage of the fact that his brain was not yet awake to spoil the moment. He wrapped his soul in a warming blanket, letting it wax nostalgic, at least until the coffee was ready.
As the first few sips passed through his body, the heavy thoughts were already blowing.
Then, as one standing on a platform, he stepped out into the cold. His soul clung to the sun’s rays, and rose with them for a while longer.
The coffee kept his mind busy, and slowly, like passengers on their way to work, the tasks began to flow.
Then, like a sharp whistle, something tore the dawn apart, and the morning broke with a determined force.
A beautiful memory from his dreams let the train go, and only at the last moment did he cling to the accelerating train, breaking the rules.
He looked out of the window of the last carriage’s back door and stared dumbfounded as the station faded and the sleepers began to beat a lonely rhythm.
