Seven Something

Let me tell you something. Something small. The kind of thing that ends up taking more of your day than the big things. I woke up around seven-something. I didn't check the time. I always check the time. That morning, I didn't. In the kitchen the usual things were waiting. A bowl in the sink. Two letters I still hadn't opened. A plant that keeps surviving without asking my permission. Outside, people were already passing by. Going somewhere. Like everybody does. I checked the news. The same faces. The same arguments. The same words arranged in a different order. I turned it off. Got dressed. Picked up my keys. My phone. My bag. The things I never forget. Or almost never. I was halfway down the street. At the traffic light that stays red longer than it should. I turned my wrist. To check the time. I always do that. Even when I don't need to. And that's when I realized. The watch wasn't there. And for some reason, the day changed.