His first impulse

His first impulse upon wakening was not to embrace her or say “good morning,” no. His impulse was to check the time and leave the bed, go out and water his plants. Upon his return to the room he did not greet her and greeted the cat instead; went straight to the widow sill and watched his plant there. Poked it with his fingers, looked at it from different angles, and finally watered it.

“What are you doing?” he asked the girl.

“Writing what you are doing,” she replied, “do you want to hear it?”

“Yes just let me put my plant outside.”

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