Morning is Broken

see also: Part 1


The Morning After, pt. 2:



As the morning light slowly swam into view, all pinks and oranges, and other colors he detested - especially this early - he became vaguely aware of how chilly it was out here.

He felt damp, actually, and this patio was certainly not the softest-- a sudden realization that he was still on the roof, and, what's more, uncomfortably close to the Jacuzzi.

He stared blankly at the fuzzy blue water, swishing drunkenly in the soft morning breeze - this way, that way, back, forth - was that him or the water? No, still lying down. Must be the water.

Trying to focus on the tiny little waves rocking to and fro in rhythm to the music still sloshing around in his wobbly head, he began slowly to absorb another fact he'd up until now somehow managed to miss - he wasn't wearing any clothes.




To be continued....