The red alarm of life

He checks the time on his watch, a pair of hands tell him that it is close to the time to make a decision. He could go home or be extremely early to work. Contemplation starts, there are friends at work and none at home, there is music at home but there is no one to great him at the door. How he could use a wife. If he was this early he would be looked at weird, and then work would end up being way to long to bear! A decision to go home.

The walk takes shorter than he planed and the door opens faster than he wanted. A sigh at the entrance of the apartment, his home, empty. He takes off his coat and places it on the couch as he flops to the cushions, and he leans back, head going over the back. He is now looking at this sky, the moon stars and sun. A horizon that has an end. A sigh and he closes his eyes and dreams of a life with some one he could share his dreams and passons. She could be sitting by him with her head on his shoulder or in his lap. Her warm skin next to his, her soft hair with a sweet smell filling his breaths with everything he has ever wanted. Oh how he craves this life.

A alarm from the bathroom, his dive watch, the red watch he loves so much that he does not wear it except for his under water trips of life. The alarm. The sound, and his eyes open. He realizes that it is time to go, to get up and do what he enjoys. Work.

No more tasks to do, no more eating to do, no more dressing to do, just up and out the door with his keys, coat and mind. As he walks down the street passing people he has never seen before but sees everyday, he gets his mind ready for what is ahead of him. A night of work. A daily ritual he has to do to let himself focus, because focus is drive and drive is what is needed to complete the night.