I ve finished up eating, and read through a few chapters of a book that I ve been working on. I m feeling awfully tired though and should probably clean up before I go to bed for the night. I go back into that narrow hallway that I started my day in, flipping the light on just as I did this morning. I slide open the door to the linen closet to grab a washcloth and towel. I make my way along the creaky floorboards back through my bedroom, and into the bathroom. I turn the shower on full-blast, with the heat nearly all the way up. The steam quickly begins to billow out, applying a thin layer of condensation to all the surfaces in the bathroom. The mirror fogs up within minutes. As I begin bathing the foaming up soap, is the smell that begins to dominate the room. I rinse off and grab a dry towel. Stepping out of the shower there lays a soft, plush rug atop the wood floor.

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I m finally almost home after a full day of work. I walk up the short path and up to the front door. I slide open the glass door and am relieved to be home. I hang my jacket up on one of the hooks to the left, and close the door behind me. Take a deep breath. I make my way over to the radio and turn it on. I walk over to the refrigerator and pull out some veggies that I got a few days ago from the local farmers market. I turn to the left and grab the cutting board stowed below in one of the few cabinets in my kitchen. Next I begin rinsing the vegetables off under some cold running water. I set the vegetables back down on the cutting board and grab a knife off of the magnetic holder up on the wall, right above the multi-colored mosaic tile backsplash. After all of the veggies are cleaned up and chopped up I push them off the cutting board into a bowl. I sit down to eat and look out the window and see that the sun will be setting soon.

The first thing I hear every morning is the chirping of crickets. Today is no different. The sun is not quite out yet, but should be making an appearance soon. As I set my feet on the cold floor I begin to contemplate what is in store for the day ahead. I flip the light on and make my way down the narrow hallway. The floorboards beneath my feet creak in the same spots as every other day. I step outside for a moment to grab the newspaper and am woken up even more by the crisp morning air. I begin to unfold the newspaper, still damp from the morning dew of the grass, and set it on my small kitchen table positioned up against the wall and against a window. This particular window happens to have the best view in the house. From this very spot I can admire my little garden, and once the sun comes up I can see most of downtown. What goes best with a morning review of the newspaper? Coffee. After glancing over the front page, I take a few steps to my left to get a pot started.

meeting

eating

bathing