I used to love night best...

...It’s almost dawn outside. For the fourth time tonight, I am awake. Without opening my eyes, I reach for my mobile phone. The time is 6.30 am. I close my eyes, smiling. The alarm will ring in about an hour. I will ignore it –of course – and let the morning light wake me up. If I’m lucky the sun will shine. Albeit pale at this time of year, it will rise above the low roofs and sneak into my bedroom, hit my face and force me to open my eyes. Still lying on bed I will put aside the long red curtain to see the color of the sky. Even the slightest gap in the clouds is a promise for a bright day without rain. I reluctantly emerge under the warm blankets. I sit straight and rest my feet on the floor, trying to get fully aware of myself. Once in the kitchen, I look for the kettle jug to heat some water, I switch on the radio and tune in to a local station. It’s playing 'human' of the Killers. I take a cup... 1.5 teaspoons instant coffee, no sugar, only milk. I open my computer and read the morning news online, sipping coffee. “… pay my respects to grace and virtue, send my condolences to good, give my regards to soul and romance, they always did the best they could, and so long to devotion, you taught me everything I know, wave goodbye, wish me well, you've gotta let me go, are we human or are we dancer...” The broadcaster’s voice drowns the last verses of the song… “und weiter, mit einer erfolgreichen Gruppe…“ I do not quite understand the words. As I walk to the bathroom, I can hear a german song. I wash my face and look in the mirror, I smile. It is morning and I'm in Weimar. Every morning ... I smile ...