Thursday, November 24, 2011

Monochrome: 1 [Rewrite]

The sun poured into the apartment windows, dimmed and softened by the plain curtains hanging over the window frame. A quiet beeping repeated from a small table beside the bed. Finn Blake turned under the sheets, and reached out to quiet the alarm. He sat up, eyes wincing for a moment.

Need to get ready, he thought to himself as he turned and stood up beside the bed. His hand groped at the table beside him, grabbing a pair of glasses. He slipped them on as he walked to the dresser.

I can’t tell if I’m just tired or my eyes are getting worse, he thought. He gathered his clothes and slowly headed towards the bathroom. After a quick shower, he stared at his own reflection as he brushed his teeth. He quickly rubbed his light brown hair with a dry towel, toothbrush still in mouth. After a few more minutes, he was dressed and heading into the kitchen.

An egg sizzled as it slid into the frying pan, quickly turning white. Finn stood in front of the stovetop, sipping a glass of milk as he watched it. After a moment, he tucked the egg between two pieces of toast and ate at the counter. He stared at the calendar across from him as the burst egg yolk dripped out of his sandwich and onto the plate. His thoughts hummed softly in his head as he reviewed the day’s plans.

A knock came from the apartment door, grabbing Finn’s attention. He set his plate down at the counter and walked over to the door. He peeked through the eyelet and opened the door.

“Hey, Finn,” greeted the woman standing at the door. She was relatively tall with strawberry blonde hair tied back in a ponytail.

“Oh, hey,” he responded. “What’s up?”

“Just checking in to remind you that I’ll be heading out this afternoon. I’m going up to Maine tonight, around 4,” she said.

“Right, you mentioned that the other day. Thanks for reminding me,” Finn answered.

“So, I’m gonna count on you if any trouble comes up. You have my number. Most likely, I won’t be back until after New Year’s. Maybe longer if the weather‘s bad.”

“Okay, sure. Should be fine here, there’s not usually many problems.”

“Yeah, so, I’ll let you go and get back to your breakfast.”

“Right! Hope you enjoy your trip.”

“Yeah, you have some fun, too!” she said, waving as she walked off. Finn waved back, and quietly shut the door. He quickly finished his breakfast and grabbed his coat, then headed out the door and off to work.