this morning #34.

this morning, it had not been but fifteen minutes from the time his smartphone roused him til the time he found himself running for the subway train, his dress shirt wrinkled beneath a puffy winter jacket, his black hair drooping as his brain raced & his breath, dirty from lack of morning food, curled out past his teeth. the surrounding commuters were all too close. he may have left the iron on, good intentions lost. he may have left the oven on, good intentions lost. his eyes were darting wildly then slowly drooping closed but he had to stay awake. he just had to. he had to pay attention to the actions of the people all around him who were on his nerves this morning. when he made it to manhattan & emerged into the light, he was prepared for the worst & assuming the best. you should always assume the best in those situations.