Getting out of bed

He wakes up early after noon

He realizes that it is a day of work and that me must get him self out of bed and go to work like everyone else in this world. He must make his mark in the wet cement of life and hopefully change a life for the better

There are not children in his life and there is not time for them either. He has to many things he wants to do, but how he sometimes wishes for a little girl to call his own, to name July and show the world. To take with him ever where he goes, but not today, he doesn’t have time for her.

He roles out of his double bed and place his feet on the floor, early after noon… and time for breakfast. Something he has not had in years. His room is cluttered with clean and dirty laundry, odd objects that really have no meaning to him, what he treasures his hidden away where prying eyes of the not so common passer by can’t ask him what they mean to him and why. He feels that an explanation should only be in his head, for his inner ear to hear and no one else’s.