his roommate's alarm beeps at 630am,
the transition from a blackout dream
quickly turns blue with the sunlight
peaking through the venetian blinds.

he rolls out of bed,
a crumbled cigarette in his pocket
leaves a trail of tabacco from his bed
to the floor where his black running shoes await.

he sets the coffee maker
while smoking a joint
and gets his minute of facebook.

mia blasts as he slows down from his run
the old chinese lady in a green jacket
speedwalks from around the corner.

he comes home.
cooks his eggs.
and listens to Naked Kids
for the first time.

with coffee in hand
we writes about
the mundane details of his saturday morning.