What a Busy Morning
Either the first streaming of the sunshine,which broke the dark night,
or the hurried steps on the stairs made by those who hastened to catch the time
brough me back to consciousness,and before my window of heart being opened,
my hand had reached out of the warm quilt
to the watch placed on the bed-stand.
With a sleeping look at the watch,
I repeated the time deep in my heart,"Twenty to seven."
"What?Twenty to seven?"
Throwing the quilt aside without losing time,
I jumped to my feet and addressed myself at flying speed.
With a basin,in which lay the tooth- brush and toothpaste on my left hand,
and the towel around my neck,I hurried to the washroom.
Putting down the basin and switching on the tap,
I turned to the closet and took out of a bag of instant noodles,
with the purpose of cooking myself breakfast.
Hot vapor rose from the pot.
I stood brushing my yellowish teeth beside the hearth,
monitoring the cooking process.
Few minutes later, the noodles were ready,and washing was done.
Hot as it was,it couldn't hinder me from eating.
As I got to my feet and walked to the door,
I picked up a piece of scroll to wipe off the grease around my rosy mouth
As I was running towards the regular bus stop,
the bus started off and and disappeared in the distance...