Monday Morning

It’s 6’o clock on a Monday morning. Our hero, Mr. Jack wakes up to the gentle dawn of a new day. The city is slowly coming alive after a dark night's sleep. It starts with the morning melodies of the birds, then the occasional cars speeding by. Jack sits up his bed and puts his feet down on the cold floor. He turns towards the window in his bedroom. He could smell the cold dew drops on the leaves. It’s the smell of a beautiful morning. He gets up from his bed, feeling the cold air, stretches up his back trying to warm himself up. He walks to the washroom, opens the faucet, cups the cold water with his hands and gently applies it to his face. He takes his time brushing his teeth. Then he walks into his room and gets comfortable in his writing desk facing the window. He gets a blank paper and a pen, uncaps it, ready to write. He closes his eyes takes a deep breath as if breathing in the clam blue sky. He waits for the cold air to go through his mind and bring him his inspiration for the day. He relaxes into the soothing emptiness inside his head. With each breath the air brings him its stories. He sits there feeling each of them. One of them lights a spark in him. He opens his eyes and starts writing it down.

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