morning

I awake, the sweet smell of fresh pancakes tickles my nose. As I stand up I am dressed, my hair is in place and I am clean shaven. I smell good, very good, too good. I move into the kitchen turn the tap on and steaming hot coffee gushed out. I fill my mug as the oven door automatically opens and offers me a croissant I take it and moved into the lounge as I sit the wall turns into a large screen and the front page of today's independent is showing. I take a sip of my coffee, heaven. Never tasted any better. I bite into my warm croissant.. Hummm... not too sweet, not too dry or too chewy. Perfect. I sip some more coffee and start to read the news.
I read about peace in the middle east, a new drug that will wipe out all disease, a small machine that makes water from sand. And a seed that will grow into a loaf of bread with the aid of sun light only.
I eat some more and sip some more coffee as the front page of the Times flicks up. China Russia and the USA have all disarmed. Ford have made available the blue prints for its perpetual motion engine to all the motor industry. The news is always so good. Always good news.
I finish up and leave. Outside the marble pavements glitter in the morning sun, I see a White Rhino trotting up the golden road I wave as he passes me.
'Morning Ant' it grunts and heads for the lake.
At the end of the street theirs a bunch of happy people hanging out and talking I catch there conversation. The man from mars rants on about how great the government is, someone else on how they love the French, they talk of freedom and peace. I get to the bus stop a bus arrives its a big red shiny roadmaster powered by slick nano tec V 6 engine with antimatter injection. The conductor escorts me to my seat.
' Where to sir?' he asked with a big happy grin.
'Nottinghill gate'
'Well ... that will be free sir' he says and laughs as he pulls the cord.
And we stop in Nottinghill gate. I get off quickly and move into the cow & fishhead.
As I approach the bar the bar woman pops open a bottle of Dom, takes a long glass and half fills it, adds a little fresh orange and tops the glass up with tequila.
'Your tables ready sir' she says and passes me a large Honduran cigar which lights it's self as soon as I place it in my mouth.
As I sit she places the drink on the table and leaves. Another waiter places a plate in front of me, meat balls covered in a rich red tomato sauce he sprinkles the dish with fresh pepper. I lift my fork spike a ball and lift it into my mouth, my taste buds explode as I chew then swallow. Then I wash it down with a gulp of my drink. The place goes silent. I turn and watch her walk through the place all eyes following her, her short dress hugging the contours of her body, she moves like cat stalking its prey right up to me and sits.
What a face. I nod, she smiles as I scope up another meat ball and eat.
'Hi I'm Prefect' she says in a voice like cream.
I nod and smile as I eat.
'Fancy a ...K' she purrs.
I nod.