by James Howe

the flow of traffic twisting and

turing. i readily think that any

morning is as unusual as this

one, only one of those morning i

know it could be a different. what

is the morning glory sings.

the morning was hazy, i

woke up in a daze and thought i

sleep through the day and now

already sunset. but it was just an

usual morning. it was a call that

actually woke me up. it was the

agent from the apartment i am

renting. they wanted to know

when i will be paying the rent

for the previous month. i was

rather disturb. but it was nonetheless

a thing of responsibilities,

i know i have to get some

work and income in order to

keep on living in an apartment.

unless my only choice is to move

home to my father’s house. that

would not be so great.

the call was from the lady

whom i rented the place initially.

why would she be calling

at the early morning, she usually

would just send me a note

to remind me that the rent is

due. perhaps she is under pressure

from her boss.

somehow i made my way

into the shower, daze without

any air in my eyes. i was still

thinking about the conversation

with the agent, i think from her

tone, she really care more about

what i am going to do the rest of

the month than actually

whether i am capable to pay her

boss the rent. she knows i am

writing a book, and using a lot

of the time i had from college to

live on my own. we had a conversation

once. that was a couple

months ago when i first

move here.