The day begins

I woke with a chill, the wall was sending cold winds towards me. Forgot to set the air conditioner back to automatic, again.
The controller tells me it's 5 o'clock, as I turn the auto button on.
Back in bed...Can't sleep. How long have I been awake? 10 minutes, says the controller...
Another ten minutes...
Uncover my head, the suns coming up. 5:33, says the controler...
Might as well get up, shave, long hot shower, good healthy slowly prepared breakfast - couple of hours before I leave for work anyways.
Thirsty, dry mouth - water - ah, nice.
Tea kettle on stove ready to be heated. Very low, long shower today.
Warm water on new fresh clean skin, running down the back, front, sides. Finding it's way between ripples, meeting and separating at will...Just a little longer...
Wrinkled hands lead the towel to a tie around the waste.
Refreshing rinse removes the paste. A refreshing spray (that's what the can says). And a quick splash of Passion, a gift.
Safely, I observe the sky crying, angry, with screaming lights...
A true reality show with infiltrating sorrow.
I open my window. Hot winds from outside, cold air from inside - a turmoil occurs.
Little drop on the left toe. The right one, again the left. A salty taste as the drops cross my lips.
The whistle to the factory blows, louder, louder, louder, louder, louder.
Back to routine, Chamomile tea, a calm beginning. A little sugar to fight the salt.
Dry lips. Still salty, more sugar. Wash lips. Still salty.
Sit in bed, wait for the rain to stop. It doesn't. The salty rain drops don't stop. Just keep falling on the toes.
A ray of light. Still a litle sobbing. A crack opens in the sky, the sun.
Face washed, no more salt. Sweet calm tea.
The day begins.