It was an irritating disturbance. His hands moved without any aim, trying to make sense of what was happening. The shrill seemed to increase and increase and forced his consciousness out of its comfort zone and he woke up confused. He turned off the alarm ringing on the cell phone. He gave himself time to re sleep before the worry of getting late forced him to get out. Enveloped in a sweat shirt and shuddering in his shorts he reached for the basin. There it was, the mirror, staring at him. The night had randomized his long hair and caused them to stack one over another. One more wrinkle added he thought. He had resolved to get his stomach clean today. The cold toilet seat made him tremble for a moment before his body made it warm. His drowsiness helped his thoughts wander. He pictured the girl he had seen on the bus stand the previous day. She had stood outside the parlor, stretching herself and breathing the last waffles of the warm October air. He had eyed her and she looked vaguely interested before the bus came. Nothing was coming out. He had already wasted 5 minutes. He grudgingly got up, put his shorts on and put the brush in this mouth. The flavour of the toothpaste helped him think of the girl in the red coat, who sometimes took the bus a stop after his stop. She didn't seem beautiful at first, she had an asymmetric face, and he had seen her return back in the bus with a guy once. But for some reason she looked better after 2 more rides in the same bus. He gargled his mouth with water and started feeling fresh. During the extremely difficult task of adjusting the shower water temperature, in order to take a warm shower he thought about the girl who used to smile at him, a girl with long lustrous ebony hair, before he saw her with a guy, and stopped noticing her smiles. After drying himself with a towel and getting dressed he started walking towards the bus stop.
It was a new day and he was looking forward to it.
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