Air Cycling.

The clock resting on his bedside table stopped ticking, but the one in his mind sent an alarming tune through his whole body which shook him out of his bed. It is a good thing that the mechanism of putting on his attire for the day is not as complicated. Well, that was the least of concern to him. All he could think about is getting his butt on the bus, for his work is at stake and he definitely cannot afford to create some sort of flaw for his boss to magnify upon.

Dashing through the doors of his home, he hoped he did not wake his wife. After all, the sun was still fast asleep over a blanket of a 5 am sky. 5 minutes before Bus 850 arrives and he runs across the streets in a somewhat disoriented manner; hoping to catch the bus or else it would take another hour wait for the next bus. And a huge sigh of relief, as he catches the bus just as it stopped at a traffic light. The door swung inwards and he muffled some sort of apologetic string of words to the driver. Well, the start of a morning would not have been complete without him on the bus. And of course, the start of his morning could have been worse if he did not wake up to the biological clock ticking somewhere in his mind.

I'm not cut out in writing interesting posts about my daily life lah...neither am I a good writer. So I'll just wring out whatever's left of my so called "creativity" but in reality it's like a record with scratches on it. The tune, skipping at every few beats of a number. Mixed with the inspiration I find in my daily life. :)