A ray of sunshine wakes him up. Florry Donnell wakes up to an empty bed, no one beside him. He stares at the empty space. A cute, smiling Anunciación Medina would be there every morning, staring at him with a dream that they shared. Not a house with an exquisite kitchen and a lovely spring terrace that matches the wild lilies and sunflowers, but a one-bedroom apartment with a refrigerator beckoning with noise as if the sirens were fired off. An entire conversation without a single word was told between a pair of bright blue and bold brown eyes. Florry slumped out of the creaking bed and sat at his desk. He likes being situated in his old polished wooden-chair. Mornings were his favorite, especially on weekends, he would mount at 6:30 on crisp, chill morning and type up stories that his mind came across.
This morning was rather a harder and longer sitting in his chair. The result being no words typed and a remaining roll of Jasmine toilet tissue. He then glanced at his desktop for the time, and immediately bolted towards the tub. He ran the warm water and poured a generous amount of bubble bath to relax. He opened his iPhone and pressed his calendar application as quickly as he could. He paused, then set a sigh of relief. This was the fourth Sunday of the month, meaning he did not have to teach the treacherous students of his 9AM 6th grade Sunday school today.
He sat in the tub and left all worry behind knowing he'd not have to attend mass until 4PM. After his soak in the tub, he cooked up bacon, sausages, and eggs for himself, then sat on his deceased grandfather's rocking chair and set on RTÉ Sport. He could not be at true bliss unless he had breakfast and watched sporting highlights from gaelic and football. After he washed his plate, he was readying himself to attend mass. Whilst shaving, he got a call from his mate Epifanio. He requested that Florry stop whatever he was doing, and to meet him and the lads at the football pitch. Florry had a decision to make, football v. mass, recreation v. religion, fun v. God. He chose football and grabbed his boots and gloves to go the pitch.
