cold morning..

coughing, snowflakes falling down through the opened window, morning freeze caressing my face, the rest of me is tightly covered by warm blanket.. after waking up, my body leads me to the kitchen, inside i still sleep, if somebody would meet me i would be marked as "soul-less" or sleepwalker.. my hands prepare tasty breakfast while the brain is out of order, it seems that i've became a breakfast animal whoms only instict is to prepare the breakfast..

once i walk in the bathroom and pour water on my face the man in me is finally awaken by the cold and wet blizzard.. automatically my hand reaches the tooth-brush and the other one the tooth-paste.. i do not dare to look at me in the mirror, i had enough nightmares over the night so asking God to guard me against this last one He let my eyes to be closed..

soon, nicely dressed up and prepared, leaving the flat with another goal of the day.. the breakfast challenge and mirror nightmares are behind, the rising sun, freezing skin and time when my brain works in a field i am not interested in awaits me.. the fact that behind all that is another great idea drives me forward.. for how long?