The cat jumped on the bed , made it way towards the pillow, and sat next to the pillow as it licked it paws. Gordon still in his slumber had no inkling of his pet sharing the bed, he mildly snored which seemed like pleasant to the cat. Half of the comforter lay on the floor, the flower designs looked undulated on it, and had the purple crocs partially covered. The clock on the side table showed 4:45 , it was too early for Gordon to wake-up , but he wanted to start early to do something productive
The cat sprung out of the bed and went to the living room. The living rom was lightly lit as the day broke, he tossed on his bed , had a firm grip on his pillow now, still seemed to be lost in some ethereal dream , he smiled a little. Seemed quite propitiate as he lay there, the alarm broke the silence , it started a horrid expression. He jumped and sat there looking at the wall on his side, a painting of a women hung there, she stood precariously on a cliff with a black dress draping , and touching the black rock. The day had started for him , he looked around for some inspiration , but the daunting day stood ahead of him like an intractable kid. Anyway, he didn’t have much choice, and had resolved that he won’t waste time, he’ll focus and get things done. The thought of giving the cat away crossed his mind again, it made him very morose , he petted the cat while deeply reflecting on the outcomes.
Time was clicking by, he got into shower and popped out immediately , he skipped shave today as he examined by running his palms over his short , spiny beard, it passed the test and had to go unshaven. He ate a slice of bread with mayo and jelly , one of his foibles , hard to escape.
He ran downstairs as he had to catch the 8am metro to downtown, the old cabal factory , bunch of old armenian men hung out by the coffee shop, as usual murmuring when I passed by, I didn’t blink and exchanged my usual few words in armenian saying ‘old indolent bastards’ , of course with some accent, some of them in the group dressed quite foppishly , and had a florid complexion, probably because of sun burn I suppose. After exchanging the calumny, I rushed to underground, there were men volleying abusive stuff , there were kids remonstrating , there were flak coming down the wireless phones, small kids getting upbraided , amidst all this, I scooted to catch my no 42 , it all seemed like a big rabble rather itinerant.
After the hustle bustle, he reached by 9 am, observing , studying, listening to music, reading etc, as he walked inside the receptionist was practicing her encomium on my boss , I walked past , said ‘hello’, and got to my desk, things are always gloomy here, I get lot of flak for being reticent, but I’ve stopped being bellicose, I take the reproach with salt and let my mind play with the quixotic self which elicits some remote joy out of this whole ridiculous office culture. Next to him sat Charles , the eternal quibbler , I should say, the lustrous , blasphemous quibbler , on the phone only, when you face him , he becomes flustered and uncommunicative , but in my dictionary he is complete reprobate. I wished I could force Charles to recant his whole foggy character. His outrageous effrontery drives me nuts , his relentless cant is justly mindless , steadily accreting , abstruse in nature , and best of all his pretension is nothing but faux verisimilitude