The sun shined in the front room too, somehow.  Out the back windows in the kitchen, the grass in his back yard glowed.  A tree sat idly in the back to the left side of a modest rose bed.  This, along with the porch, and the white shed in the back to the right of the roses, was what he saw every morning before breakfast.
	Pulling out the chair, sitting down.
	Before the smell of breakfast pervaded him, he said, "I had dreams last night."
	And his mom said that was good, and asked him, "You're prepared for school?"
	"I am."
	She came over with breakfast: waffles, an egg, two strips of bacon, and bread.
	"You'll have to make your sandwhich on your own", she told him.

	Breakfast didn't take long to consume.  It never did.  Mom left for work shortly after he got started eating and before that came to mind he was finished.
	"This is another day.  The sun is here again." and now it was shower time.  He sang in there sometimes.  Normally, too, he would forget to shave.  They were the usual outliers to his mornings.  Otherwise, today, again, went according to schedule.
	Out of the shower before washing his hair.  Shaving.  One small cut.  Forgot a spot.
***
	"You're late for school.", his friend on the bridge that connected the parking lot to the main building went on to tell him, "I was getting tired of waiting."  Bright sky.  Blue jeans.  People going by.  Lots of students.  The train empties out.  More peole.