int. apartment-early morning
He is smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. These are his last two addictions and he is unrepentent about them. He has rethought his career change, from writer to jewel thief and figured that because he's the one that always gets caught it'd be a bad move.
He would rather be an actor anyway. If only for the socialability of it. He has spent decades of his life alone in rooms writing. This reduces to moments of pure bliss, when the writing gods are smiling and/or an isolative madness with solitary confinement.
HE
The world is still sleeping. Soon they
will begin to stir, their lives ready to
step into. The morning rituals; the love
made or lost, endearments or arguements.
Then off they go to trade their time for the
almighty dollar. As for me, I'm taking a
break until I find a happier life to step into.
Probably sometime between the sunrise and a free mindless moment.