every morning the sharp dawn rays

pierced the end of a lonely night

ended another empty slumber

troy's meringue sheets emerged soaked

and he was relieved that the light pierced his nostril

and started the engine running in his mind

only solace was the loud silence of his brain

getting into action creating moves to

make more money more security more happiness

that day

again he found the taste of sharing the bed

revolting yet tempting

but the sun sanitized these wasteful

philosophical thoughts before they had

time to take root

shocked bare feet pattered over cold candy marble

on the way to the kitchen

to make his

espresso

the only solace was the loud silence in his brain