I am here
He wakes up and lays for a moment in the warm bed, a soft fuzzy feeling still shrouding him, not quite realising it is another day. He drags his arm out from under the covers to test the air, it being cool and help bring the realisation. He thinks to himself: I am here . Walking through to the kitchen he makes his morning coffee. Standing there in silence, coma-like yet well aware of all around him as he waits for it to brew, he takes in the noises around him one by one. The rasp of the water in the kettle as it heats up, getting louder to the bubble of the boil. From the outside of the window, a low-key whir and howl of an attempt by the wind to gust before dying away. The bark of a dog from the street, then of another one in reply. A car engine warming before leaving and drifting off in the distance. It isn't until numerous seconds later he raises his gaze without moving a single part of himself to the window, to the outside to see the hard blue colour up high above us all. Takin
