text: Every morning starts by cursing the alarm. He had chosen a soft ringtone, and learned to hate it dearly. The early hours consisted of automatized rituals, perfect routine his mind represented with static pictures. Dogs out, breakfast in, shower on, and off to work. For transportation, he had a bike. The old rusty would complain when braking. It took him twelve minutes to get to the station. Nine avenues west, eighteen streets south. Go under the bridge, and there it was the train. Departing without him. He was late, once again. He would have to wait ten minutes for the next one, once again. He would then travel thirty minutes to the building. Once again. “Good morning” he would say, and proceed to hide behind his desk. The office was as blue today as it was yesterday. A pile of paper on the table. A computer asking for information. “Produce Acceptance Report” flickering green on the screen. Breathing and silence. Boredom and work. The end of the day would eventually come. After punching and going out, he would think “another day gone”. He would then mirror his morning routine; maybe today he would make it before six. His dogs would greet him with enthusiasm, it never failed to give him a smile. Dogs out, dinner in, and to bed at last. But not before marking with an X the day on his calendar. Since each day he counts as if waiting for something, as if the future holds whatever he is searching. Lying awake, he argues with God. Is this the end, is this his destiny? Could it be that his dreams are produced by caprice? If this is his life, why does he beg for death? Why is his mind sanely insane? A figure materializes in his mind, interrupting the discussion. Imposing giant, frightening and wise. It knows the truth, not only his, but every truth of life. He looks at the figure, and the figure looks back. “What meaning has my life?” he manages to ask. But when the immense presence prepares to talk, only a soft ringtone would come out of its mouth. A soft ringtone that he learned to hate. Every morning starts by cursing the alarm. * Edit: thanks to MC\_Preacher. * Edit: decided to write it in spanish and then translate it, since spanish is my first language.