Coffee, cigarettes and other sketches from my life

I do not know why I'm writing this now, probably just because I wanted to. Or because I got into the habit of writing posts in the morning.

Since I moved - I made my habit of going to bed early, getting up early and walking around to the empty city at 5 am. Probably, together with the change of residence, my biorhythms have changed, but at the same time, the sleeplessness has left , because of which I have suffered since childhood - I now sleep for 8 hours on end and wake up terribly hungry.
I step out of the front door and smoke a cigarette. It's fucking awesome! Smoking that way, with this mood and with such emotions.
I slowly walking along sleepy streets. Fresh air, not yet poisoned by exhaust fumes. All sounds are audible - turning over and changing bigboards, the sound of the window that opens in the house opposite, the noise of the first tram coming along the rails. Rare passers-by and runners in sports suits, peer into my eyes and are surprised, from where it appeared at this time on the street this smiling girl with obviously fresh make-up, with a cigarette and dressed in a white unbuttoned raincoat. At this time, I look like a girl from the cover, which for some unknown reason left the hipsters journal and goes through the barely awakened streets. The complete cynicism of the situation is attached to the fact that in fact I go and I thinkabout where I can eat =)
And for this there is a nice cafe on Teatralna str., with furniture and utensils in the style of the USA of the 50's, lovely tables with live roses and different lampshades. This cafe (is unclear why) always works at such a time, and the hostess, a fat, welcoming and benevolent woman Mrs. Dana, who speaks the obscure Polish-Hungarian dialect, serves me for breakfast a few delicious Belgian pancake. Well, coffee, of course, without it, breakfast loses all value
Just remembered about coffee - this product is simply vital for my life in the morning. I should get out today in some shopping center and buy for myself a coffee maker, but for now I'll be content with coffee, boiled simply in a cup of boiling water.
I'm already at home, now I'm going to get under a hot shower, while it's still cold on the street, so the contrast will be appropriate. And then the windowsill, laptop, work and again coffee. Coffee and cigarettes.