Drifting awake is like drifting to sleep, it slightly nudges you at first then, like a stick being freed from the muddy shore, the current grabs and drags you away.
Alan was awake when the alarm went off he was awake when it went off a second time too, unwilling to leave the a meditation of half dazed mental clarity, but that is when he actually got up and began to perform the tasks to get ready. Words “be safe” faintly grazed Alan’s ears as he runs out of the apartment, locks up and rushes to class. As he walk down to one ten passing by like 5 delis in the process, got on the train and sat down; Pasted first to one 3rd the shining new tiling faces Alan while behind the old decay of the other side faced behind him as workers work to fix the problem while handling the graffiti left from the obviously well meaning and civilized individuals that lent a hand last night. Rebuilding while others try to destroy whats left must be a lovely way to start the afternoon. As stations fly pass Alan notice a woman siting directly in front of him she seemed a little stressed dressed in a coat jeans and boots and wondered what she is thinking. Barbara looked at the twitchy man in front of her and couldn’t help but think “why is he looking around so much? is he expecting some agent to pop up and chase him? why do I take the train?”.Alan gets off at 28th street and walks across one block and down two to reach his destination.