It was about seven o'clock, the alarm clock hadn't gone off yet, but, anyway, he was awake. The morning sun was shining through the window curtains leaving some few lights came into the room, there wasn't any noises in the house yet, it was too early, only some birds singing while the flyed, so he took a deep breath, rolled over the bed, and looked at the window, the tiny window he had always hated because it was too little and noisy, now it was wide open and quiet, he turned his head and looked at the roof, closed his eyes and began to listen. What did he hear? Anything, no cars, no people yelling to each other, no phones ringing; just the wind coming through his window, like a lullaby made only for him, only for him to be heard, only for the ones who can hear the silence. He took a deep breath again and opened his eyes, the sun was shining, he got up and stood in front of the mirror, smiling. He knew that that would be another long day, but it didn't matter.
The alarm clock went off.
