Morning Adventure

Most of his adventures happened after work in the gray sunshine of a Midwood afternoon.  The prospects for adventures were becoming increasing limited for the young man.  The sun slipped out of the sky earlier and earlier.

"Time to be a morning person," he dreamt.

The digitized tones blared out of his somewhat dated flip cell phone.  The young man used gravity to carry him over during his slow roll toward the bedside table.  Somehow he shuffled to the shower.  7:25 a.m. was a full hour before he usually woke up.  

He arrived at One World Plaza for his meeting.  The view from the 35th floor exposed the west side of the island as well as the New Jersey riverbank.  The view took his breath away.  The tops of skyscrapers lined up in front of him like cornfields basking in the glorious morning sun.  

He ate a bagel after the meeting.  He found out later that this morning adventure was more successful than he expected.  He would be a New Yorker for longer.  He would be paid.  He got the job.  

A sense of achievement washed over him.