Have you had your coffee?

He´s sitting in the bed. It´s silent - outside and in the apartment. The sun is flickering over the next door house rooftop pending on the movement in bed. In a minute or two it will be there, up and over the rooftop.
Some rooms are closed, closed and left alone as a part of the passed, some are left open from the past.  Rooms open and closed, in the future and the past. He wonders if these rooms and doors needs to be sorted and structured in order of impact on life and feelings. Deliberate closed doors in anger, fear and greif, unconsciously misstaken closed or open doors. And there are rooms of comfort and harmony which he visits, some more often, again and again. He´s longing, desires for a new room, a room to share, the room to share with her, the right woman.
On next door building the sun cuts a sharp diagonal pattern on the fasade and cuts it in half. As if you almost could see in to the apartments, rooms and life´s of people next door.  Sun´s up, he´s up. Again a new morning, a new start...
and he asked
- Have you had your coffee?