It was already 11 a.m.. Usually he does not wake up so early but it was a good chance to have a new tradition in his 51. He asked himself: “Why not?”, and decided to check the fridge. There was no surprise in discovering it completely empty, he does not even try to find some leavings of the coffee he brought from Brazil. So he put on his favorite gray T-shirt, the first shorts he found in the wardrobe, took the book from the dinner table and left his flat. The sun shone and the trees were still green.
He was walking with the strange feeling of no feeling. He passed by the women at the moment her telephone range and he understood that he forgot his phone at his friends` house yesterday. But it just made him happier. He passed the university and crossed the street feeling the pressure of the city. He knew it`s every corner and every street but it always seemed to him so forbidding and aggressive. He entered the café, ordered a cup of espresso and set on the terrace. It became warmer in the street but it steel was ok for him. He opened his book but then quickly closed it. Looked at the school which was near the café, the architecture was nice and he remembered that the school lessons had already started. It seemed difficult to realize that someday his kids also were going to school and it was more difficult to realize that he himself was a kid who was a miter toll wearing a funny suite and caring a backpack twice bigger than his owner.
The time passed fast. He smiled. He was never scared of death. He found more dramatic to live forever. The owner of the café who was at the same time the waitress and the barista brought the espresso for him. She smiled and left. The coffee smelled good but it was a bit burnt out. He opened his book and started to read. He never used bookmarks but he always thought it worth. He read this book probably a million times but it always seemed amazing to him, so he decided to start from the very beginning. When he reads the book he often cannot concentrate on the text and stats to think about something else, but today he had no minds to disturb him, no any thoughts. He liked literature but the cinema was his favorite art. He always saw the world in pictures that`s why from early childhood he dreamed to be a film director.
More and more people were coming to the café although it was Monday. He thought that it`s one of the greatest humanities creation. Café as the place was the thing worth its creation. But it was fare from the cinema certainly. He asked the girl who has seat near him what time it was. She said that it`s already 1 p.m.. Her voice and the way of behavior remembered him about his good friend Sonia. She had a studio not fare from here and probable she was there now. So he paid for his coffee and left the café. The dog as white as the snow was seating near the enter and he thought about the responsibility, he always acted as a person who understands the importance of his every action but at the same time he never cared about influence he made on people around. Flaking he felt some pain in his leg and remembered his mom words. She always said that it`s OK to feel pain or to be ill, that this is one of the things which reminds us that we are alive. In his had started to play song and he felt that it became a good tradition to wake up early.
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