an answer to the eye contact

there is  the sound of a voice
a voice calling a name
the name well known, known best
Open the eyes
look left
there is no one
turn the head, look right.
There is the son, sitting on the ground beside the bed.

He raises his eyebrows and widens his eyes, an answer to the eye contact.
"Café?", he asks.
Ok

Get up slowly, find the clothes where they were left last night.
put them on, put on the new boots that are too hard to be worn comfortably.
Go out, put on the jacket.
the son puts on his, first the old jacket, changes his mind, then the new jacket bought yesterday.

Then the alley, the church square and the old market.
Go down to the café in the bakery shop.

Stand before the counter with all of it's assorted bakers finery,

A cup of coffee and a roll. A café au lait and a sandwich.
Sit and speak little, sit and think, sit still half asleep.

An important small pleasure
Sundays.