The morning arrived long before he was ready for it.
At first, it was only a whisper. A pale ribbon of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains and stretched itself across the room like a curious child, climbing over scattered porn magazines and an empty glass on the bedside table and finally settling on his face. He frowned without opening his eyes, as though the light had committed a personal offense.
The silence was interrupted by the slow, determined ticking of the wall clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each second nudged him closer to consciousness until his fingers twitched beneath the blanket.
David inhaled deeply. The now familiar scent of sex mixed with a woman's body spray hits his nose. After that came the faint aroma of freshly fried akara from a neighbor's apartment. Somewhere outside, birds argued noisily in a mango tree while the distant rumble of traffic reminded the city that another day had begun.
