The polished floor and the reflective lights of the terminal floor leapt out at him.
So white.
A hospital sheen...a sterile area.
The small Dunkin Donuts he was in was calm. Despite the Korean hip-hop playing and loud bangs from behind a nearby wall it was a relaxed place to be.
He noticed the music was selflessly promoting the donut shop.
'...Allll day, every day, Dunkin in my lifeeee....'
Dunkin everyday, and we're not talking basketball!
His chair gave him a view out of the wall-less cafe into the distance, across the long white expanse to some elevators. He watched people enter from the building doors on the right and filter from right to left past an information desk and disappear up to the next floor.
Not many people. Still, it's early.
The emptiness reminded him of his apartment he had just left for the last time.
He had left his sea-shell like home, and the functional airport space didn't let him forget it.
A void. Bare. Soulless.
He thought of his now former home, it had been rubbed clean like a shell in the sand battered by the elements, and would soon be buried in dirt again. And buried in his mind.
18 months. Soon that cell will entrap someone else! At least it had sun,
A woman walked by with her head in her phone, her head at 90 degrees. She was heading to the busy departures floor upstairs, already teeming with people.
One day that could be a medical problem that needs treating!
A queue began to form in the cafe he noticed. Queues are everywhere he thought, though some nations do them better than others.
He noticed the smell of freshly bake bread in the air. How high does that rank on the list of good smells he wondered. He own bagel with cream cheese had hit the spot.
Queuing is such a ritual.
Sitting almost directly in his eye-line he noticed a pretty young woman, he couldn't avoid seeing her, he tried to glance and not to stare. A quick glance was enough. There was the briefest of eye contact, enough to know you'd been seen and know you been seen seeing.
The Dunkin Donuts music grew louder it seemed, and ended the moment.
It was probably time to move on, upstairs. His cup was empty, and his belly full,
That's enough Dunkin in my day!
It's my birthday
So white.
A hospital sheen...a sterile area.
The small Dunkin Donuts he was in was calm. Despite the Korean hip-hop playing and loud bangs from behind a nearby wall it was a relaxed place to be.
He noticed the music was selflessly promoting the donut shop.
'...Allll day, every day, Dunkin in my lifeeee....'
Dunkin everyday, and we're not talking basketball!
His chair gave him a view out of the wall-less cafe into the distance, across the long white expanse to some elevators. He watched people enter from the building doors on the right and filter from right to left past an information desk and disappear up to the next floor.
Not many people. Still, it's early.
The emptiness reminded him of his apartment he had just left for the last time.
He had left his sea-shell like home, and the functional airport space didn't let him forget it.
A void. Bare. Soulless.
He thought of his now former home, it had been rubbed clean like a shell in the sand battered by the elements, and would soon be buried in dirt again. And buried in his mind.
18 months. Soon that cell will entrap someone else! At least it had sun,
A woman walked by with her head in her phone, her head at 90 degrees. She was heading to the busy departures floor upstairs, already teeming with people.
One day that could be a medical problem that needs treating!
A queue began to form in the cafe he noticed. Queues are everywhere he thought, though some nations do them better than others.
He noticed the smell of freshly bake bread in the air. How high does that rank on the list of good smells he wondered. He own bagel with cream cheese had hit the spot.
Queuing is such a ritual.
Sitting almost directly in his eye-line he noticed a pretty young woman, he couldn't avoid seeing her, he tried to glance and not to stare. A quick glance was enough. There was the briefest of eye contact, enough to know you'd been seen and know you been seen seeing.
The Dunkin Donuts music grew louder it seemed, and ended the moment.
It was probably time to move on, upstairs. His cup was empty, and his belly full,
That's enough Dunkin in my day!
It's my birthday
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