Now he had a point. Nothing to do with the preceding discussion, but a point. Then he asks again, whether we’re going through with it.
I had woken up in the dark, under a spell. A breeze blew through the open window, the world outside in the night seemed harmless and pure. It’s an early magic where the world and all that’s in it seem like the dream. Where the imposing day seems thin as mist and poetry triumphs over prose. Almost immediately I noticed that the sky had begun to lighten, that the trill of the alarm would not be far away and that this moment of peace was over before it had begun.
Raj had arrived earlier than usual. He knows I’m susceptible to his bullshit in the morning. I was still shaking off that feeling of predawn displacement, without even the benefit of a coffee or a cigarette yet. Staring at the wall and contributing the shortest possible automatic responses to all of his enthusiasms. Raj had made up his mind. This was an opportunity to rise above ordinariness, and he wasn’t letting go.