Folding the sheets and putting away pillows,
Breakfast sounds through the curtain
the relentless sounds of traffic having already begun its chorus through the windows;
Eating toast, mangoes, bananas, eggs, cold chai sitting cross-legged on the floor,
Murmuring pass the jam, pass the sugar.
Waving goodbye to everyone leaving earlier,
Saying good morning to Thomas,
The feeling of an empty apartment
And once 9:25 turned around
We would lock the door,
Walk down the stairs,
To walk out from the safety of our apartment
To the unknown, unfamiliar, unseen...
The chaotic, relentless, and beautiful.