Beat The First
Last night, arnulf and I discussed the state of affairs in and about our kitchen. We agreed that a couple of items are missing, and that I'll be going down to the corner "minimarket" first thing in the morning to pick them up for breakfast, since it's not urgent enough to travel to the center for a 24-hour store, and the corner moose was closed.
Beat The Second
Morning. Der Wecker klingelt. I woke up and pressed the snooze button. Then I recalled last night's agreement, and immediately, which is to say as soon as der Wecker rang again, got up. To get the groceries nice and cool for breakfast, I decided to hit the store before taking my morning shower. arnulf's door was closed: he's still asleep, the dear. I got myself decent and rode the elevator down. The corner minimarket is right across from the flat (flat!); it's a corner flat.
Beat The Third
I cross the (quiet) street, still vaguely asleep. I see a man unloading boxes of bread and other baked goods from a wagon, and I think approvingly "Ah, J will have fresh bread when he wakes up." I sidestep the bread-man to approach the store entrance, and almost bump into arnulf, toting a bag of groceries. I blink. He smiles. I blink again. He's still smiling. Consolingly, he says: "You're just too late." I protest: "but... but..." He shrugs: "The bread wagon noises woke me up..." He swings the bag cheerfully, and crosses the street back towards the flat.
Upstairs, still sleepy, I propose that he unpack the groceries while I take a blitz shower, and we do. I leave the shower, awake at last. J made coffee. Feeling inspired, I whip up a modified version of my famous Tuna Salad, this time featuring sprouts! We eat. He smokes a morning cigarette. I must leave for an appointment. I resist the urge to kiss him as I leave.
I think I'm in love.