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Post by lukas sheridan on Jul 15, 2010 10:39:18 GMT -5
As the small rays of light filtering through the window’s curtain and exposing the human figure lying in the double sized bed, the man’s eyelids slowly opened. Brown eyes gazed and watched as dust particles danced in the light as ballerinas performing on stage. No sound had disturbed the sleep of Lukas Sheridan; instead, his body had just finally had enough rest. Lukas turned his body to the right so that he could gaze at the small clock on the night table. The clock read seven thirty. It was rare occasion that Lukas got to sleep in. The demand of his occupation allowed minimal amounts of sleep and sometimes, no sleep at all. Lukas reached past the clock for his cell phone. Stumbling around a few seconds, his fingers finally reached their prize. Grasping the item and bringing it into line of sight, Lukas changed the volume from silent to audible and checking to see if anyone called or texted. His mother had called and left a voicemail. He would call her later and he knew what the message probably said. The sheet and comforter fell off his upper torso as he raised his body to a seated position. Stretching his arms above his head with a yawn, Lukas brought his hands to his face. He was not extremely tired, just a natural reaction to waking up. Throwing the rest of the bed coverings off of his body, Lukas exited the bed. Walking to the few steps down the hall towards kitchen searching for food, Lukas sighed as he opened the refrigerator. It was empty – just another hazard to his job. Lukas walked out of the kitchen and towards the living room. Having just returned to London from a trip to Haiti the day before Lukas dropped his bags, showered and spent the rest of the days debriefing his bosses and developing his film. Lukas spent the last month down in Port Au Prince, Haiti and the surrounding areas taking photos for BBC, his employer, and a few photos for his personal portfolio. Lukas had a history and a connection with Haiti, a connection he was proud to have. Lukas had wanted to stay in Haiti for a longer period of time, but the higher ups had said “No.” Lukas badly wanted to go back on a humanitarian aspect, but he helped out a few times while he was down there. But he felt he could do more, he wanted desperately to do more than just take photos. Lukas looked at his cell phone and went into his text message inbox. Finding his sister and he’s conversation, he began writing to her, ”Back in town, just woke up, meet me for breakfast at Starbucks?” He knew that Elena would not say no to breakfast with her older brother, or at least he hoped she wouldn’t. *** Thirty minutes later, Lukas stepped outside into the summer sun, a rarity for London. Lukas was dressed in blue jeans and a grey graphic t-shirt and tennis shoes with his black backpack strapped to his shoulders. Lukas hardly ever left home without his backpack. He had only been living back in London for about seven months, not including the previous month in Haiti plus the two months in Haiti prior. As he walked down the block towards his morning destination: Starbucks. Lukas arrived five minutes later. Holding the door for the couple exiting, Lukas smiled, thinking to himself that he could not be with someone for a long period of time. That was a fact that upset his mother deeply. She felt that at twenty-four, one should have settled down by now, but she was also a proponent of the idea that love takes time. And Lukas followed the latter attitude: when he had time for a relationship he would invest in one. Right now, Lukas was content with his unhindered relationships. The line was not too long, only six or seven customers in front of him. As the line dwindled, Lukas looked around. He saw a few familiar faces. He smiled at a girl he had met a while back, when asked where he had been, Lukas replied, ”I’ve been down in Haiti working.” The girl looked at him, and he automatically knew she had no idea where Haiti was. He needed to end the conversation there. He smiled at the girl as she departed and continued to progress towards the baristas. Finally able to order, Lukas ordered his usual, a venti caramel macchiato with two extra shots of espresso and a blueberry muffin. After receiving his purchase, Lukas smiled and thanked the barista. Turning towards the lounge area, Lukas trekked towards and empty table. Sitting down at in a well lit corner by the window, Lukas placed his backpack next to him and grabbed the photos out of their hiding place.
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